A season of Septembers

At the start of every season I can't help but wish for a few more Septembers in the year. Rusty casting, color peeking from the underbrush, and a trickle...



But then October starts to loom and time is split between the yard, The River, and the talus slopes or tall grass of the back forty. The dogs tighten up, shots get further, and we all begrudgingly lose a few pounds.







September & October slip away too fast, but I've grown to appreciate early Fall for what it leaves me and not what I miss out on...

- Posted when I should be working...