Oct, that dreamy time of the year that is or was talked about in gun and hunting rags for years now gone by. Days of colorful leaves falling laying a carpet of color in the uplands, the days to pick up a nice double of 16ga or 20ga. pack a sandwich or two a bottle of water and not forget the dog. Stroll thru those uplands thru the berry briers, along the beaver ponds and the thru old apple orchard to the hard wood where the Beech are dropping their nuts. The excitement of the pats flushing from under foot that had been missed by the dog. That special spot from years past where the huge Beech tree has spread it's roots to form a the perfect spot to set and eat lunch sharing bits of cheese sandwich with the dog along with bits of apple that was picked off that wild tree along the trail to the beaver pond. It was also a good place to sit and look at the clouds as they traveled across the sky with the flocks of geese and ducks. What a beautiful place to take a nap with the dog's head resting on your lap while you stroked her gently behind the ears.

The dreamy month is here.

Al

Glad to hear it inspired.

Al