You really want to know the difference between myself and that God damn groundhog Puxatommfux?? When I go to sleep, its for an entire year... and when I wake up I see argyle, corduroy, houndstooth, tartans, plaids, a bottle of whiskey and a bunch of smiling faces that all know Fall and the Fox have returned.
We
look out upon the changing season and we find change within ourselves. The turning
of the leaves, the onset of the briskness in the night air, the pumpkin spiced
toothpaste… And for some reason we don't fight it as we would normally fight
change. It’s in our nature to resist but in this instance, we let it
happen.
The
season – made up of reds, oranges and yellows – covers us like a warm blanket,
comforting us and showing us that maybe just for a fleeting moment, that the
world around us changes, just like we do. We pull out the sweaters and put away
the shorts as nature sheds its fickle warm summer skin. It prepares and stands
firm for winter’s clinched fists that await - as we do when faced with our next
challenge.
Autumn
is in our hearts, our minds; it's who we want to be: adaptable, hospitable, warm,
welcoming and gracious.
Fall
is the season that allows us an inner rejuvenation, based so much on our own nostalgia.
Memories of running and falling into piles of leaves, stoking fires with our
families, the return of the notion that “pale skin is in” and the crisp night
air as football season hit its stride.
Life
has its seasons and every fall we are reminded of just how beautiful it all can
be. And corduroy. It also reminds us of that. And tweed. Viva tweed.
Sweaters: You wont find them anywhere. Bean Boots: Dont be a dunce. 1000 Mile Wolverine Boots: Wolverine Boots
Jeep Grand Wagoneer: Shoot me an email at Wethercliffe@Gmail.com We have 2 of them in Mint condition for sale.
I'm the fox you have always wanted to never be. 