The first indicator … inhale the fall
I don’t remember which dog I was running, but will not forget what hit me a couple mornings ago: a faint but unmistakable whiff of fall. It wasn’t there the morning before, arriving just that dawn on...
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Did you feel it this morning? For the first time, fall was in the air here. Maybe not literally, but at least possibly. A whiff of wood smoke, a temperature that lifts moisture from soil to nose, a...
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Yep, there are plenty of earlier seasons even here. But the real deal starts Saturday with chukar and quail opening on the high desert. And finally, it felt like it. The grass crunched underfoot as I...
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Pretending to be attentive to my company, I had a hard time keeping my eyes off the single, fluttering yellow leaf as it drifted to the ground. It was the first of millions, but at least to my eye it...
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