Thinking of Fall

It was genuinely cool when I left the house a few moments ago and walked out onto the driveway to retrieve a magazine Cindy had left in my car earlier. An Autumn breeze had kicked up and I could feel the beginning of the new season before it is here. Later I will go back out into the evening with the dog on leash.

It feels like football season and I can feel the coming of the middle of the season when the leaves turn yellow, orange and scarlet, depending on their species. The grass will dry up and turn brown. I will pull out my tweed sports coats and my flannel and corduroy pants. Perhaps I can go to a football game in full Fall garb.

One Fall, when Molly, my Brittany, was very young, we drove up to the farm and let her run free and she took a walk completely around the boundaries of the pastures. Grandmommie and Dad were still alive. One morning, I put on my corduroys and a green tartan flannel shirt and went out onto the front porch and Cindy took my picture with Molly. Molly fit with Autumn, all orange and white with feathers. Quite a fancy dog for a Fall morning.

The first time I took Molly to the farm, we walked around the stables and Molly went on point near a bush. I slowly poked around the bush and a quail broke cover and flew away. I was pretty proud of my little bird dog.

Molly was a sweet dog. She never took offense. One time she ran behind a rose bush by mistake and cut her ear in half. She yelped and then came up to me to lick my hands. A couple years later I was bathing her and trying to cut some knots that had developed in her feathers. I accidently cut her flesh and she yelped, then licked my hands. I have never been loved as much by a dog. A real lover.

I love Autumn.