Sunday morning, the sun is bright and the sky is clear. Early-morning gunfire had announced the opening of deer season with firearms. No, there was not a single deer in sight. What would you expect?
Less than a week earlier, we had watched a four-point buck cross our lawn, turn and go back. That was nice. We don’t see many with antlers. Most of those boys are very shy.
As I looked at the “woods,” I saw an interesting anachronism. Maybe you’d call it a reverse anachronism.
Can you see the cross roads in this jungle? Me neither.