When looking through my flickr contacts’ pictures, I saw this one and it reminded me of my uncle. Every autumn he’d say, "It’s time for a fall ramble" and he’d take me and any other cousins that wanted to go down to Brown County Indiana to go hike and look at the fall leaves.

There’s something that’s satisfying deep down in the soul to go crunching through the leaves, the weather crisp. The words of James Whitcomb Riley come to mind, "WHEN the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock"

Yep, it’s that time again. Time to ramble.