Along the Red River

Fall is in the air, the smell of woodsmoke drifts through my window and I love the feel of Autumn and the smell of cold weather approaching. I sleep better when there is a cool breeze blowing across my bed. I burrow down into my flannel sheets and comforter as a small rodent might do. If I had a tail I would wrap it around me like a squirrel. There is a rustling in the trees and the combination of smells and sounds take my mind on a expedition out under the pecan trees in my yard near the river. I often wish that I had a houseboat, and could just drift up and down the Red River not really going anywhere in particular, just floating along to the sounds of soft music and the smell of warm swamp water and steeping tea. Is that banjo music I hear?........