Well, I must really be in one of those rare moods where I am really content with life, because, as hard as tried, I couldn't come up with an exotic locale better than the afternoon I just had. It's a dark, cloud-covered day, hovering right around 40-45 degrees (a very typical fall day here in Wisconsin) and I just got back from a great walk in the woods with the
dogs. Most of the leaves have fallen, leaving the woods stark and barren. Overhead, line after line of Canadian geese honk by, on their way to warmer waters, while I watch the Cardnials and other winter birds flit around the trees and shrubs. Emma and Dodger chase after each other and the occasional squirel and rabbit, bounding through the creek, over and under logs, and through the underbush. I walk the path that I have taken many times before, enjoying nature and my
dogs, glad that my thoughts are not intruded upon by another human. I had taken along with me a thermos full of spiced cider ( the first batch of the season, and spiked with copious amounts of Bourbon). Between now and the
holidays I will make at least on batch a week, but the first one of the season always seems to taste the best. It was one of those days in the woods where you just can't help feeling contented with life, feeling like it can't get any better