SLEEPING BENEATH THE STARS

I spent last night here on my porch at Littlethicket, sleeping beneath the stars.  The porch railing makes sleeping here a little like sleeping in a baby’s crib. Owls hooted from the deep woods, Whippoorwills called, the unseasonably warm wind whispered through the silhouetted pines, and below in the meadow coyotes joined in a primeval lullaby. I slept like a baby!  Well, not exactly like a baby.  I didn't wet the bed and wake up crying, but I had a great nights sleep.