Clark Hollow Ramblings: It’s that time of year

I’m not sure what the calendar says, and you can’t pay much attention to the weatherman anymore, but my bones tell me it is fall. Every year it comes around, and every year it amazes me. I guess you could say it doesn’t take much to get me going. There is an urgency in the air; the list of things I must do gets longer. Even the wild animals are acting differently; they can feel it, as well.

I’m not sure if it is the briskness in the air when I walk out with my morning coffee, with a little fog hanging over the back field, or the gaining of the night over the day. And I don’t like that part. I hate getting up in the dark, but when it is time to get out of bed, well, it is time to get out of bed.

I need to clean my chimney and make sure the wood stove is ready to go. There is one last shingle that blew off in the derecho that I have to replace, and this time of year the garden needs some cleaning up and putting the beds to rest until the spring time comes again. We sowed a bit of cress seed where we took out the early beans and I hope to enjoy a mess or two of my favorite cooked greens.

It has gotten to the point with the television that I don’t want to watch anything on it. The political ads are so thick and nasty I don’t want to hear them. Here’s a thought: Suppose we had a law or regulation that said you can’t say anything, good or bad, about the other fellow in the race. You can only say what you have done and what you would do if elected. That would take about 90 percent of the commercials off the air. I think that might be an improvement.

I’ll be glad when this election is over. My hope is that the man who would do the best job for the country wins the election. My dad only offered me one piece of political advice and it wasn’t who to vote for or how to vote. He only said, “Son, don’t let anyone stay in office too long.” As best I can tell that advice was his interpretation of the need for term limits and what we have all heard about political power: power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely.

At least we only have to endure the presidential politics every four years. Would it be an improvement if the office of the president was limited to one six-year term? I think it might be, but I suspect the chances of that happening are next to none. Heck, I’ll probably be legally hunting on Sundays before they change the president’s position to one six-year term.

So, I’ll just clean up my garden, fix the roof, clean the chimney and make sure the wood stove is ready. Oh, and I will vote, and I encourage you to do the same. But then, the politicians will have to take care of the rest of it. Enjoy this beautiful weather, friends, and take care of what is important in your life.

Richard Brady
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Richard Brady was born and raised within sight of Rappahannock Peak, as was his father, grandfather, great-grandfather, great-great-grandfather, etc. He graduated from George Mason University and was employed for 35 years with various agencies of the federal government. He retired in 2001, and he and his wife, Linda, live in Flint Hill, Va.