Grouse Camp

Glorious September has commenced…days of anticipation are over and the gunning season is upon us.  The aspen hues of green will soon change to gold…but as the poet penned nothing gold can stay.  Nothing gold can stay, so get your bird dogs and take them into the grouse woods of Colorado or wherever for that matter. September…

>Artist Bob Bertram

>MY NOVEMBER GUEST by: Robert Frost (1874-1963) MY Sorrow, when she’s here with me,Thinks these dark days of autumn rainAre beautiful as days can be;She loves the bare, the withered tree;She walks the sodden pasture lane. Her pleasure will not let me stay.She talks and I am fain to list:She’s glad the birds are gone…