Hunting season

It's 4 a.m. yes a.m. The door opens, why he has a key. Dad's already downstairs, I'm groggly waking up. It's time. It's 5 a.m. The coffee's perking. Mom n' I are in our nightgowns. Listening to the guys. There are 8 of them all around the table. Telling tales of past hunting seasons. Of the time when I almost stepped on a deer but it was doe. Buck season has the most tales of all. Did anyone get ole Christmas tree?? Someone asked while sipping coffee and reaching for another piece of coffee cake. "Nope he died of old age, we saw the horns, they were shaped like a christmas tree all 13 of them." And so the stories went...Hunting season Past...

This morning at 4 a.m. a pick-up pulls in. I'm awake. Lying there thinking of Hunting Seasons Past...I want to write. I get up. This time no doorbell rings. Those days are gone. These are people we don't really know just allowed to hunt on property. It's not fun anymore.

At 6 a.m. the phone rings. I jump thinking is it? Oh no that was a long time ago. It's a customer wanting tractor parts. I gently wake my now husband. Our child is scared the phone woke him out of a sound sleep. I put my teacup down. It's time to start my day. Not as fun as being a kid but still a good way to be. Country living that's cool......

Happy Deer Season!