blaze orange

having grown up in the suburbs of the northeast, camoflauge & blaze orange did not even touch our vernacular.  sure, there was the weird neighbor up the street who trapped squirrels & released them in another part of town so that his hunting dogs wouldn't bark so much, and there was the bear rug on his floor that we only saw by peaking in his front door once a year while trick-or-treating.  but otherwise, i did not grow up anywhere near a culture of hunting and fishing.  so up to this point, i have carefully avoided all camoflauge and blaze orange from touching my body.  until tonight.  our new house is situated very nicely in the beautiful woods of minnesota.  so understandably, my husband has been begging me every day since we've had keys to the house to talk a walk in "our woods."  unfortunately, our moving date was not so nicely scheduled at the peak of deer hunting season. hence the need for blaze orange to at least graze our heads.  and during a delightful walk this evening through the foggy woods, i had blaze orange on my body.  and i was thankful for it.