"Con" Man

Good Evenin'

And, a hair more spring like, but out in the woods, you'd never know if it was spring or fall. Looked around while I was gatherin' wood and absent the green just yet, the light and the cold air, well it coulda been either. And, I figure that's right; sun likely hits the same angles, comin' or goin' and with all the wind we had past few days, the air had that same squeeky clean look, blue, blue sky, of a nice fall day and plenty cool.

Otherwise, same, same; a little correspondence, a little paper work, feedin' and the afore-mentioned firewood. Never made the neighbors, but we'll try again tomorrow; it was still fair windy and one a those Sundays, where the quiet, despite the breeze, just got a hold a my soul and the longin', "be close", my self, the critters and the woods, well, days like that, it just seems like a sin, fire up a god foresaken vehicle and go anywhere.

I reckin' that'd be a "con" day, as opposed to a "sin" day and it's always better "with" than "without".

Have a nice night!

Best,


jeune