I told you this season would slip away. In fact, this one may have left us at light speed. I hope you didn’t put off enjoying what nature offers waiting on just the right days, weather, or any other circumstance that would keep you from the field. If you did, I suppose you will have to take the old adage, “wait til next year” and try again.
What have you done to help in the matter? Have you taken seriously that all of us may be having a profound negative effect on our planet and our well-being? Are you mindful, and do you care about generations that will follow? How many light bulbs are burning in your home at this very moment?
The constant squealing and splashing distracted me from my task of watching the briar studded ridge. Though I was trying to stay focused to make sure a late season haunt buck didn’t give me the slip, I couldn’t help but watch the antics of the multitude of wood ducks that were creating quite the ruckus.
There can be 10 routes of escape, with nine of them covered, and they’ll find that one way out. Of course, I’m talking about those big bucks that always get away. It happens to everyone if you hunt long enough. Find a weathered woodsman and he will surely be able to recall those giants that gave him the slip.
The Keurig has been working overtime in my suite overlooking the Atlantic. Power point presentations and moderator duties have taken precedence over what I normally am consumed with during December. I have been stuck in either an airport, hotel suite, or a conference room for what seems like eons.
We are in the midst, of what I consider the most wonderful time of the year. Beginning the week of Thanksgiving, and maybe just a bit earlier, my mood reaches a pinnacle of joy and happiness. I have a hard time putting into words what the holiday season means to me.
Tis the season for Christmas parties and for gathering around the tables adorned with succulent pork loin, rare roast beef, crab dips, and cheese balls covered with pecans. Of course, the toppings like pepper jelly glazes, homemade honey mustard, and special dill and horseradish sauces are vital for the production to be complete.
From March through September, every waking moment is focused on work, work, and more work. On weekends, dawn hasn’t made her first little crack as the headlights illuminate the guardrails of the dam we cross each morning. The lake resembles glass, as the pontoon boats are still nestled within the boundaries of multiple boathouses.
I should have known something was up when golf carts lined the boulevard of Lake Caroline. It was a beautiful day and if this sport was my avocation, I suppose I would have been right there with them. Greens, though brown now from several frosts, were slick as a mole’s behind. I’m sure they’re super fast as tight as they are.
Almost everyone counts their blessings this time of year. We are thankful for our families, our jobs, our health, and on and on and on. Of course, isn’t this what Thanksgiving is all about? In every newspaper, on television, and on social media, there will be countless accounts of what everyone is most thankful for.