As I watch the first snow of the season drifting down over the meadow below, I am reminded it is deer season by the horde of orange-vested people streaming across our property. Some plop down on the railroad tracks within site of the house, just waiting to shoot. Maybe I just don't understand, but I don't see how much of a sport or fun that is. It's not as though I haven't hunted. I have. It just wasn't as part of an army, or in someone's back yard.
The issue over the road has gotten deeper and more convoluted than we ever imagined. And it still drags on. We are slated to go to court in a couple of weeks. That is, unless they delay it again. While I would never wish this frustration and strife on anyone, I must say that we have met some wonderful people in the process — people we would never have met otherwise.
So as the holidays approach, we wish you the best.
May you find contentment, joy, love, and happiness. May the hunters stay out of your yard, and the greedy stay out of your life.
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