Without a doubt autumn is my favorite time of year. So much so that I hope when my time comes, it's in the fall. My instructions to my family is, no flowers; bury me in autumn leaves. So much more appropriate on so many levels.
The only close contender is winter. A Minnesota blizzard that stops everything, camping me out in a warm home with a crackling fire and the sound of the wind outside trying to get in. If it's daytime, I get in my 4WD and go hunting, bundled up, hoping my shot brings relief to a miserable buck. If it's at night, I snuggle up in something warm, with a book, or writing, my wife nearby in her chair, reading or Facebooking. The Labs, one black, one yellow, curled up at our feet, comfortable and sleeping.
But now, sipping on my Borkum Riff Cherry in a light, cool breeze, a kaleidoscope of fall colors surrounding me, the town quiet except for a far away mower giving a lawn one last trim before the yard is covered with leaf chores.... This is heaven. This is Minnesota.
The Iowa Field of Dreams has nothing on a Minnesota fall. Not even close.
The only close contender is winter. A Minnesota blizzard that stops everything, camping me out in a warm home with a crackling fire and the sound of the wind outside trying to get in. If it's daytime, I get in my 4WD and go hunting, bundled up, hoping my shot brings relief to a miserable buck. If it's at night, I snuggle up in something warm, with a book, or writing, my wife nearby in her chair, reading or Facebooking. The Labs, one black, one yellow, curled up at our feet, comfortable and sleeping.
But now, sipping on my Borkum Riff Cherry in a light, cool breeze, a kaleidoscope of fall colors surrounding me, the town quiet except for a far away mower giving a lawn one last trim before the yard is covered with leaf chores.... This is heaven. This is Minnesota.
The Iowa Field of Dreams has nothing on a Minnesota fall. Not even close.