I awoke to the sound of wind gusting and tin flapping. An occasional clunk of wood dropping against wood punctuated my waking haze. The wind gusted with short breaths as though a man laboring up hill and giving a once in awhile long sigh. I peeked out the window. The branches of the trees jiggled their taunting dance like kids shaking their bums,” na na nanana no mining for you today.” the tempo began to pick up and  the blowing wind took on an assailant’s characteristics. The big bad wolf was blowing my house down! Later, the sky was overcast with the smell of rain in the air as I stood there in my nightshirt, holding my warm and soothing cuppa, and contemplating what I was to do today if not dig. In Yowah it is not all hot blazing sun and dozens of black flies in your sweat stung eyes.