Saturday night I sat out by my garden watching the moon rise. The sun had gone down a couple of hours before and it was cooling off fast enough to need a jacket. The breeze was blowing from the west and it had a cold bite to it. I shifted my chair to a place where the house would offer a bit of a wind break, so I could continue to enjoy the solitude of my last few plants.
Fall has been my favorite season for a long time. I'm not sure that I've realized that before. I love the cool crisp air. The leaves change color. The stifling hot days of summer give way to brisk breezes that hint of snow. There are chores that have to be done before winter. Food to put up, wood to cut, little things that require doing now, so they can be forgot about till next year. Hunting season is a upon us. The elk bugle. The antelope are in rut. Waterfowl migrate. I long for the few days I get each year to walk the fields, mountains and forests with a rifle or my shot gun and dog. All the great romances of my life began in the fall.
As the days get shorter and the warm breezes fewer, the time out doors seems sweeter.
I sometimes feel anxiety about all the things that need to be done in the fall versus all the things I want to do.
ReplyDeleteWhen I do get to hunt, sometimes I wish I had gone bowhunting instead of goose hunting.
It is the best time of the year and it is way too short.
Funny thing...I started reading this believing that I had the window open to Nate's blog...and I started scratching my head, thinking, "It's that cold down in Alabama right now?" Then the part about hunting elk, and another WTF moment -- when did they start transplanting elk to 'Bama?
ReplyDeleteWasn't until I finished and got to the tagline where I saw Posted by Res Ipsa when I realized my mistake.
Good Hunting this year, my friends. May your ammo pouches be empty and your freezers full.
Thanks
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