We, myself, wife and mother have just returned to our family after a voyage along the fall coast of New York, Rhode Island, Massachusetts, Maine, New Brunswick and Nova Scotia. Upon our return to the farm, with the rest of the family in good health and sprints it is easy to be thankful for the endless and abundant blessings that make up our life.
My mind turns to thick wood-smoke in the crisp air of fall, the acrid scent of leaves, gold, red and yellow, now turned and on the cold damp ground, the end of their life cycle. I begin to have the feelings of the hunt rise up again, the conflict between leaving it alone and the natural pull that resides deep within.
This is a special time of year, a time for fall smells, boots and warmth, firewood, apple and pumpkin, a time to embrace and look forward to in all other seasons. The best is upon us.