Have you noticed the change? Were you caught up in conversation regarding football or perhaps dove hunting while traveling this past weekend? Surely the iPhone wasn’t your primary focus. As subtle as it is right now, the show has begun.
Maybe you could call it a widely held but unjustified belief in supernatural causation leading to certain consequences of an action or event. Perhaps it’s a way of behaving that is based on fear of the unknown or faith in magic that may bring good or bad luck.
There is something to be said for the opportunity to drive 65,000 miles a year searching for the next insect of the week. There are no cubicles with colleagues three feet away listening to every conversation you have.
It’s been months since sunflower kernels were spread on the top plank of the cypress fence. My backyard songbirds have been without the assortment of almonds, thistle, and cranberries when the sun set on the last day of turkey season.
Zika Virus, I’m sure you have heard, thought, and talked about it. Though not pandemic at this time, the media surely makes us believe it is. Its publicity ranks right along with the fight for the Republican nominee and Hillary’s lost e-mails.
Well, how did it go for you this season? Were your investments rewarded as you hoped for? August and September brought high hopes and lots of work preparing for your buck of a lifetime or stringers full of greenheads. October came and went quickly for the archer.
I’m pretty sure I would make a poor meteorologist. All winter I write about those cold mornings in a duck blind or those cherished days by the fire with spiced tea and abundant snacks. The aroma of gumbo cooking makes winter days joyous. Jackets and gloves litter the home.
The Bermuda grass lawns in my quaint neighborhood still have a definitive tint of green. My neighbors, preferring centipede or St. Augustine, are still busy this winter with mowers and edging tools. Though dormancy may still occur, we haven’t reached it thus far.
We began this season of “Outdoors in the Sun” with springtime lore that is normally neglected. Most of my writing is focused on fall and winter pieces for this is the time when work slows to a crawl, allowing me the luxury for study and recollection.
At dawn, January 2, I wasn’t in one of my favorite climbers or in a blind overlooking a flooded rice field. I couldn’t blame the weather for it was one of those cold, gray mornings that have been few and far between this hunting season.