Write or Wrong?

Gentle visitors, summertime is fast drawing to an end, and the slight chill now in the air beckons the delinquent inditer to return to his work. And, thus, some have asked your humble Contributor to take up, again, his digital input device; though, many others have begged him not to do so.  "Enough!" cry the latter group, affected in some measure by the vaguely antique English of these pages, "Enough, we say!  After this respite, would you once again afflict us with your meandering scribbling?"

That is the question then: whether to succumb to the overwhelming vox populi, however rancorous and wrong it may be, and set down the pen in favor of a more geometric and profitable avocation, such as origami?-- or to heed that lone voice crying out in the wilderness and do the write thing?  Gentle visitors, take heart!  We have chosen the road less traveled (there's poetry there!... even self-help), not that it will make any difference. 

We will hack through the dense undergrowth, sweating and swiping away the scratching branches and biting bugs, faithfully following the faint, overgrown foot trail, blazed so long ago by a frightful Frost, until, at length, we reach that glorious clearing, verdant and open to the vast, cerulean, early autumn sky, and where, no doubt, we will be cited by some despicable forest ranger for habitat destruction.

Still, once we have paid the fine and done the time, it will have been worth it.  For, we will have the consolation of knowing that we played our hand, however badly dealt, and that we never folded, unlike the faithless origamist. 

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[FullCostSerf]

Find the acorns
Set the treestand
To the range and draw the bow
Buy the license
Listen and wait

[Ned]

Ha! Caught you at it again. Scarcely a month has elapsed and here you are posting again...

Of course, now that I have captured you thereover on Technorati, it won't take me 10 days to notice that there is a post on Hereunder.

Here in New England we are well acquainted with the autumn Frost.