It won't be long now until the heat of summer is behind us and cool fall
evenings will send us scurrying for quilts and blankets. I love the fall
for a number of reasons. Walking through the woods when the air is crisp
is a joy that cannot be purchased. Another reason I love the fall is football...high
school and college. It looks like the Bulldogs will be returning a ton
of talent from last year and the spirits are high. Dora did move into
a higher classification this year so the competition will most likely
be a good bit stronger, but I have a feeling that Coach Wright will have
our kids ready to compete.
Another thing I look forward to in the fall is the smell of burning leaves.
When my friend Kirk Trachy who lives in New Hampshire and I were in the
Army in Panama, he had is sister mail him a shoe box full of dried maple
leaves and we sat on the beach one night in October and burned the leaves.
As we lay back in the sand and looked up into the heavens, the smell of
burning leaves took us back home for a short while.
||A Note From Asa Faith Randolph
Rick's writing about burning leaves caused a spark of emotion in me.
This feeling relates to my father (Asa Bobo) and pine straw.
Daddy was an Army recruiter in Jasper when I was in the first grade. There
was only one thing I liked about living in Jasper. On a hillside by our
house, we were fortunate to have tons of pine straw. If you had some good
pieces of cardboard, you were all set for some good sliding. My friend,
Sadie (Best) Clem and I would go down that hill for hours. And -- that wonderful
smell of the straw -- I can recall that aroma vividly.
Also, during the Vietnam War, my son and I spent a summer with my aunt in
the "almost treeless" city of Albuquerque, New Mexico. Daddy came
to drive us back to Alabama. When I first started seeing pine trees, I knew
that Daddy, Bunker, and I were almost home. I could not help but wish that
my son's father could see pine trees and smell pine straw over in Vietnam.
Nature and family memories -- I have been blessed.