Fall is on its way, there is no doubt. My favorite pregnant doe from spring has had her fawn. Mommy eats from my feeding stations, while her fawn wanders by my cabin windows in search of new treasures. She is losing her spots now as we move toward autumn, and soon she will blend more with the foliage as it turns a rusty brown.
Each year at this time I yearn to leave on a vacation that will bring a different beauty than the one I view each day. One of majestic mountain ranges, ocean vistas, or slot canyons of the Southwest. Which one will I choose?

If you listen carefully, you may hear me laugh and giggle in my joy from the East Coast of Maine. Feels like coming home each time I cross the border. Here I come, are you ready for me?