So I always have this contradictory feeling as fall slowly starts edging toward winter. I love fall-the smell, the color, the coolness, the depth of feelings from years spent in Autumn woods. But there is also an excitement around the corner-coolness changes to crisp cold and snow. The real quality time with bow and gun starts soon and that is also such a part of me. It's sad to see the color give way to the bare branch, but on a short walk yesterday I saw beauty in that also.
Day II of trail weeds B gone.
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