Texas Ranching in the Fall

The haunting  song the post oaks sang today as the wind of fresh norther blew on tree tops. Fall was at it's best, how grateful am I to see it's wonder. In woods on the land with cattle.

I know that only a few are chosen to get to feel life this way, God has looked down on me with great favor.  The sound of the leaves rustling at my boots and the smell of dirt still damp from last weeks snow. The creak and whine of those oaks as they swayed.