Tom grew up in Milwaukee, bartended in Wauwatosa in the '70s and moved here in 1984.
Commentary, observations and musings about the outdoors, life in general and maybe Tosa politics and personalities will be the order of the day. He savors a lively debate as much as terrific cooking.
For some folks Labor Day signals the arrival of fall. The camper is cleaned and stowed and the children return to school. For a couple of weeks I've been saying to anybody willing to listen that there is a hint of autumn in the air.
It struck me this morning that it is official. It's chilly enough that I have to wear long pants.
It also occurred to me that dove season opened yesterday.
So I moved a shell vest from the closet to its hook in the laundry room, put a double handful of game loads in it and propped the 12 gauge Browning semi-auto on the bench by the back door. Walking the dogs now has assumed the autumn nuance.
The cukes in the garden are done so the vines are coming out today. There are red cabbages ready to pick and the crock is in the kitchen awaiting the pickling of the cabbage. I should probably recharge the wood box with firewood.
I love the changing of the seasons. Don't you?