Slim Randles' Home Country
The prime of the year
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[November 03, 2012]
This is the
polished time, the pinnacle of life. This is fall, when everything
puts on its best for the world to see, and that makes it special.
The sultry heat of summer has passed, and in its place we have cool
mornings when the snap of winter's promise touches our skin. There
is a magic quality of light and feel in the air, and those of us who
enjoy the outdoors know it's time to go to camp. In our genes, we
know it's time to go to camp. It's time to be in the woods with rod
and bow and gun and rediscover ourselves.
In town, the kids are
back in school, giving their mothers time to think about themselves
for a while.
The antlers of the deer have now been polished to a bone white at
the tips and a rugged brown elsewhere. They are prime, as is their
owner. It is fall. It is the polished time.
The trees, as the sap shuts down in the leaves, share their gold
and reds with us and make commonplace scenes only a few weeks ago
into magical tapestries of nature.
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It is the time of finding a mate, of fighting for territory, of
defining our lives. It is fall. And we know we must polish ourselves
a little bit right now in order to fit in. We have to assess
ourselves and ask what we can do to make our lives a little shinier,
our hopes a little stronger, our promises to others more defined,
It is the time to let the fresh, cool air fill our lungs and let
us remember other falls, other campfires, other friends. Younger
friends, as we were younger. And as the golden leaves fall in the
late autumn breezes, it will be time once again to cherish our mates
and seek refuge from the winter wind.
[Text from file received from Slim Randles]
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