Good morning! Out here in the country, true wisdom comes from a bit of curiosity, a touch of wonder, and a few well-earned stories. And on top of that, every sunrise holds a secret, and every breeze whispers, “You’ve found the real way to live.”
Well, it looks as if November has put on its moody coat today. This morning is starting off cloudy, leading into light rain for the afternoon, with temperatures reaching a cozy 46°F (8°C). Tonight, the rain lingers as the temperatures cool down to 42°F (6°C). Might pay to keep a raincoat handy if you’re thinking of heading outdoors.
Highway 522 which is the only road in and out of our area, saw quite a bit of action yesterday, with lots of hunters roaming around. It’s the second and final week of deer hunting season for rifles, though those with bows will still have their turn for a while after. This year, I’ve never seen so many ATVs in the back of pickups and on trailers, which just goes to show, that people are still spending their hard-earned money.
You know, back when I hunted with my old Dad, we relied on nothing more than our two feet to take us where we needed to go. Truth be told, we liked it that way. From the moment we stepped out of the camp in the early morning, not a word was spoken. And if any instructions needed giving, they came in a whisper, or a quick hand signal; we wouldn’t dare risk spooking the deer. But times change, and so do people. They call it progress.
These days, my kind of hunting looks a little different. I’d sooner stay warm at home with my lovely wife, a strong cup of coffee in hand, writing stories for my columns. And—when or if the mood strikes, I’ll wander out to my old woodworking shop, as there’s always something that needs fixing or making. Truth be told, after a long, busy summer, hunting is the furthest thing from my mind. Still, it stirs up some mighty fine memories. Hmm, maybe later today, I’ll dust one off and write about those good old days. Just because I can.
On another note, yesterday I managed to get outside for a bit. I needed to clear some leaves from the fishpond my wife and I built a few months back—figured it’d keep our fish happy. After that, I filled up our bird-feeders, and while I was at it, I took care of our neighbor’s as well. She’s an elderly lady, around 95 years young, living alone. I built a stand for her a while back and set it up outside her window, thinking the birds might offer her a bit of company. Turns out, she’s really enjoying watching them. Seeing that makes a feller feel good—reminds you that even the smallest acts can mean the world to someone.
Years ago, gestures like that were a part of everyday life, or at least they were for my family. Helping one another wasn’t something you thought twice about; it was just what you did. But today, things have changed. Folks are so caught up in making ends meet and chasing time, that reaching out to help someone else has become a rarity. And it’s the older folks who bear the brunt of that shift, often left to navigate life alone. It’s a shame, really, to see how far we’ve drifted from those simple acts of kindness. Makes you wonder if we’ve lost sight of what truly matters.
Today, as for me, I suspect I’ll spend a good part of it here at my computer. There are still a couple of videos waiting to be edited, and I might even write up a story or two. And if time allows, I’ll wander out to my old woodworking shop and say hello to my tools and the shop itself. Now, some might find that strange, talking to material objects, but I’ve learned over the years that treating them material possessions with a touch of respect, as you would a friend, seems to make them work better.
It might sound odd, but if you really think about it, there’s truth there. Everything, whether it’s a chisel or a living, breathing soul, is made of energy. We’re all connected in that way. Just a bit of food for thought this morning—a reminder that maybe there’s more to the world around us than meets the eye.
So with that I am off for my breakfast that my lovely wife once again has made for me and will then enjoy the day for what it is, not for what I think it should be.
You all have a great day and remember, life’s true joy is found in the simple moments and the little acts of care. Take time to appreciate what’s around you and make today count. GW
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