The Hunt

As fall draws in the daylight closer and closer each day, I am blissful for the cool weather, crisp, clean air and fallen leaves.  The garden is ready to nap for the winter after I hacked and trimmed with tough love knowing that by next summer the brutality of my pruners will not even show.

One of the fall traditions and special perks of where I live is the concentration of small horse farms and open fields for drag hunts.  Through the generosity of landowners, hunters and hounds pass through private holdings in pursuit of a non existent fox.   I am not an advocate of hunting, but the beauty of this pursuit absolutely thrills me.  It is a celebration of hounds trained to do what they do best in the company of well-appointed field hunters.