No not Christmas.

Fall is upon us. Bugs are going wherever bugs go when winter is on it’s way (except in Florida). The cooler days are here and the horses are feeling frisky. We can’t wait to feel that cool air blowing through the horses mane and against our face.

These are the glorious days that I used to spend Fox Hunting (Chasing). The Fox always enjoyed it as much as the Hounds. It was always fun to watch the Fox lay his scent and lead the Hounds on a merry chase. Whenever the Fox got tired of playing they just went down a hole or, in Florida, up a tree.

The sight of the beautifully colored leaves and the simple smells of top soil, and dying leaves still draw me in. Not that we have colored leaves or top soil here in Florida, but the memory is still in my mind and my nostrils.

The horses are ready and willing to play when the temps start to drop. It’s like everyone comes alive from their summer rest. A summer rest is a lot nicer than the winter ones. It doesn’t include mud as a rule.

This is that time in between. The time between summer heat, sweat, and bugs, and winter freeze, ice, snow, frozen hoses, buckets and toes.

So break out the pumpkins (I used to love galloping through a pumpkin field, remember Nancy?) the hot apple cider, mulled wine, and enjoy the beauty of fall.

I’m not even going ahead to think about what comes next. Hope your sheets and blankets are cleaned and fixed for what awaits beyond. I didn’t say that and you didn’t hear that.