This was written October,12th, 1997 after moving to California.
The coyotes are howling in the early morning darkness and setting the neighborhood dogs to barking. It reminds me of the years spent in my beloved Blue Mountains of northern eastern Oregon. Oh how I miss our 48 acres of tall pines and whispering aspen and rocks. Especially in the fall when I could walk through the falling leaves of the aspen and smell the fragrant smell of the pines.
We live on the edge of a neighborhood now about three miles out of the city limits with open fields just beyond the neighbors house across the street. The cattle roam these fields and so do the coyotes. When I hear them it takes me back home to our place in Oregon that was 13 miles from the nearest town. We could hear the coyotes howl, elk bugling in the fall and occasionally the scream of a mountain lion. In summer the little sounds of fox and raccoons as they cross our place on their way to the pond and always the pines whispering in the breezes. Oh how I miss this place.
Written by Janice Sannar
