What a difference a day and 400 miles makes in the landscape as fall unfolds in all her glory. The last day of September found me heading south on I-55 to Cajun land to a retirement party for one of my bug-spraying pilots. I kept one eye on the tree line as I traveled.
We were called to Camilla, Ga., this past weekend. Not by some inner sense as lengthening daylight calls the overwintering waterfowl back to the potholes and woodland lakes of Canada. No, this call came by cellular service from the president of our company.