Cousins,
Sometimes I just need to share a sight or observation. I hope you don't mind my wanderin's this morning.
This week is the first week that I am really seeing fall's welcome approach. Bein' a mountain boy I look for the change of color and noticed it a while ago in sugar maples, crabapples an' a few oaks. They just hinted that it was fall, but with harvest in full swing most folks didn't notice much.
This week was different. Oh My Darlin' an' I had to scrape a hint of frost off windshields yesterday mornin'. We pulled another ol' quilt out a couple nights ago an' snuggled a bit deeper into our down pillows.
Tthe colors on the hillsides are not bashful now and are beginnin' to be show offs as they prepare for fall.
This is a season of plenty in the hills. Farmers an' regular folks are puttin' up canned goods, dryin' apples for fried pies this winter, dryin' beans so folks will have shuck beans on the coldest nights to warm their bellies an' hearts. Some of the fellers around an' about are startin' their huntin' season, ready to fill their freezers for the cold winter ahead.
What I will remember most, however, about this fall is a sight I want to share... I was goin' up a road the other day real early. Only a few folks were even steppin' out into the foggy dawn when I came down a hill into a little spot where several creeks come together in a field. There are a few trees, mostly walnut but a few sumac that are already bright red.
When I looked into the field the fog was thick an' had such substance. It was almost like the good Lord had poured cotton candy into that field an' was usin' them trees to wrap the cotton candy around. The fog just hung tight to the trees like it was somethin' sweet, a treat for the eyes if not the belly.
The sweet grasses were like Velcro, holdin' on also to keep the thick mist right there in that meadow. A couple timid does wandered through an' I spied them as they would lift their heads with ears like radar sets movin', ever movin' an' lookin' for danger.
No danger there, though. I wanted to stop an' walk into that misty meadow, feel the thick dampness in my nose an' lungs. Choke out the automobile air an' suck in the scent of sweet grasses, the dampness an' musky scent of deer an' feel the wet mist wrap around me like cotton candy.
I was jealous of them trees, dear cousins. Oh, to stand there and let the dawn dress me, to swath me in robes of clouds. How lucky they are, how blessed.
I then awoke from my daydream an' went on about my mornin's tasks. Happier (if that is possible) for the seein'. Pleased at the secret I spied.
I wonder how many folks passed the same sight an' didn't even look away from the road to see that pleasant vista? How many thought if was wonderful an' how many were displeased by the drive in the fog?
The beauty was in my eyes that frosty dawn. It asked me to tell you, "oh, stop an' looky, stop an' see".
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