It is raining outside. A long stretch of unbearably hot weather has come to an end. I truly hope summer’s backbone is broken.
The rain has been steady, not the rumbling downpour of a summer thunderstorm, but rather the light steady rain that often comes in the fall. My German wirehairs are asleep at my feet, they must notice the change in the weather. I put on long pants after cleaning up from work, the first time in weeks.
Sometime during every day I think about bird hunting. The dogs are always under my feet and come to hang out in my cabinet shop most days, so they are a constant reminder. On our morning and evening walks they point rabbits and then watch them run away as I approach. One of these days, as we get into fall, it might be a woodcock rising and then I will be very excited too.
For now I sit in my office and watch the rain, surrounded by books. The gun safe is open, so the doubles can keep me company. I’ll have to count the days again until October first.