It's that time again my friends.
Time for us all to sleep-walk in formation unto that long, dark, dismal subterranean corridor known as Autumn.
Dust off those Joy Division CDs pop-kids, because now's the time to play 'em. A very busy period for squirrels everywhere.
Now I think of it, they've got the right idea ... the squirrels I mean; Sleep through the whole thing and wake up when it's time to wear shorts again.
That pic up there, by artist Jeff Soto sums up this time of year perfectly for me. Apparently one of four paintings inspired by the seasons, this one being Autumn. Not exactly the popular romantic view of the Brown Season, but somehow more descriptive of it than most depictions I've personally come across. Kind of reaches right in there and says it all in 2 beautifully rendered syllables.
Once, many moons ago, I attempted to live deep in the woods, neo-survivalist style. After a couple of weeks, I felt that I was on the verge of being accepted by the squirrels, when I reached some kind of breaking-point and reluctantly had to scurry back to humankind.
Survivalism - Lesson 1: Creature-Comforts always win out with us city-slickers.
Apart from the intense cold and aching loneliness, I really missed Seinfeld.
Anyhoo, Onward™....