Cold...

39 degrees in East Texas this morning. I wasn't thorough with summer!

I guess I am just a cold natured kind of guy. No matter how I try to conjure up fall harvest scenes, with people laughing and gathering in the last crops as the weather changes, or Thanksgiving gatherings arrived at by sleight, over the river and through the woods, and last but not least, a white Christmas, I am a no shirt no shoes kind of guy.

I sometimes think I would like to try ice fishing, but I just can't even think about fishing unless I am barefoot. I like duck hunting, but I may be at the end of that, cold rides across the water just don't seem worth it to kill and eat something that tastes like mud.

Winter finds me too much indoors, I have plenty of fire wood and I might duck out side and dive in the hot tub, so these things will have to last till the dogwoods bloom and the bream start biting again.