WHEN the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock,
And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin’ turkey-cock,
And the clackin’ of the guineys, and the cluckin’ of the hens,
And the rooster’s hallylooyer as he tiptoes on the fence;
O, it’s then’s the times a feller is a-feelin’ at his best, –James Whitcomb Riley
Today is our second frost warning. Seems to have missed even hitting the shed roof. That means
No better time a year, is there?
Probably not, Otis. There is the optimism of that first great spring day that comes close. The air then is fresh with the promise of new growth. But the air in fall is something clean and special. That’s hard to beat.