Reflections of Fall
If I had to pick a favorite season, it would be Fall.I do enjoy all of the others, but Fall is harvest time.
It is when the crops have to be brought in and the firewood has to be stacked.
It is when all of the wild creatures prepare for the long, cold, darkness of winter.
It is when the hustle bustle rush of summer begins to wind down to the slow, crawl of survival, through the endless frozen nights of the arctic winter.
It is the sound of a loon at sunset on an unnamed lake.
It is the sound of the clashing of horns of the moose and caribou.
It is the howls of a pack of wolves on a night hunt.
It is the song of a flock of geese preparing for their long flight south.
It is the splash of a dying salmon having spawned in the river of their birth.
It is a time when both man and beast have to change their daily routines in order to be ready for the challenges ahead.
It is a time when I look back on what has been accomplished and what more I yet have to do to be ready for the blowing snow, and the bitter, cold, darkness, of an Alaskan winter.
The camper will need parked and covered where it won't be in the way of snow removal.
The plow will need put back on the Polaris ATV.
The snow blower will need fueled and the oil changed.
The vehicles will need winterized.
The studded tires will need put back on, with winter-grade oil in the engines.
All of the outside equipment has to be put away before it is buried in a blanket of white.
Fall is the time when the hand of the Master Painter makes a stroke with His brush; spreading the reds and golds across the landscape, in the splendor that only He could accomplish.
How could one look at the beauty of Fall and not "believe"?
Fall is the time we get together and give thanks for all we have been blessed with.
It is a time when we reflect on family and friends and pitch in to help those not quite ready for winter.
It is a time I make sure that my freezers are full of moose, salmon, halibut, clams, frozen berries, and all of the other things the land has provided.
This winter we are once again blessed.
Last year at this time I was near death with three plugged arteries in my heart.
Thank God for the Doctors at Sequoia Hospital in Redwood City, California.
This Fall I am especially thankful for another year.
This Fall I am also thankful for my readers and their comments.
Your e-mails and encouragements inspire me to keep on sharing our Alaskan experience.
Thanks to you all!
Bubba n Lin Hunt, walking "The Wilderness Trail"
It is when the crops have to be brought in and the firewood has to be stacked.
It is when all of the wild creatures prepare for the long, cold, darkness of winter.
It is when the hustle bustle rush of summer begins to wind down to the slow, crawl of survival, through the endless frozen nights of the arctic winter.
It is the sound of a loon at sunset on an unnamed lake.
It is the sound of the clashing of horns of the moose and caribou.
It is the howls of a pack of wolves on a night hunt.
It is the song of a flock of geese preparing for their long flight south.
It is the splash of a dying salmon having spawned in the river of their birth.
It is a time when both man and beast have to change their daily routines in order to be ready for the challenges ahead.
It is a time when I look back on what has been accomplished and what more I yet have to do to be ready for the blowing snow, and the bitter, cold, darkness, of an Alaskan winter.
The camper will need parked and covered where it won't be in the way of snow removal.
The plow will need put back on the Polaris ATV.
The snow blower will need fueled and the oil changed.
The vehicles will need winterized.
The studded tires will need put back on, with winter-grade oil in the engines.
All of the outside equipment has to be put away before it is buried in a blanket of white.
Fall is the time when the hand of the Master Painter makes a stroke with His brush; spreading the reds and golds across the landscape, in the splendor that only He could accomplish.
How could one look at the beauty of Fall and not "believe"?
Fall is the time we get together and give thanks for all we have been blessed with.
It is a time when we reflect on family and friends and pitch in to help those not quite ready for winter.
It is a time I make sure that my freezers are full of moose, salmon, halibut, clams, frozen berries, and all of the other things the land has provided.
This winter we are once again blessed.
Last year at this time I was near death with three plugged arteries in my heart.
Thank God for the Doctors at Sequoia Hospital in Redwood City, California.
This Fall I am especially thankful for another year.
This Fall I am also thankful for my readers and their comments.
Your e-mails and encouragements inspire me to keep on sharing our Alaskan experience.
Thanks to you all!
Bubba n Lin Hunt, walking "The Wilderness Trail"
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