There really is no such thing as "being alone" in the country. I've lived in huge cities and I know there's this notion that it's just too quiet in the woods, too isolated in the country. I've never found this to be so. Yes, there are fewer people, but there are so many other walk of life all around at every moment that I've never really felt alone.
It's time for our annual bonfires. The time when we rake all our acres of oak and hickory leaves into piles to burn them away, promoting growth on the forest floor as well as protection from forest fires. It's tedious work, but less so when all the animals come out to "help," which usually just involves walking through the piles and demanding every ounce of attention we can spare.
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