Kickin' back, musing, observing, and gathering inspiration from the hills of East Tennessee.
Saturday, November 10, 2007
The sound of gunfire
I hear the sound of gunfire in the distance. The first day of turkey season, I try not to think that one of the 17 turkeys that come to our feeder daily may have fallen victim.
Rabbits cookin' coffee -- that's what the locals call it. But here in this little hollow in East Tennessee, when the hills surrender their misty hostage to reveal the stalwart cedars growing by the stream in our pasture, I know there is no place on earth I would rather be. The welcome mat is out! Come and sit on the porch and chat with me awhile!
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