The last day must come, so there can be the glorious first day.
From summerlike temps at the beginning, to full blown winter at the end, we get to appreciate the change of seasons for all they are worth.
New Years day was it for me, and as darkness fell, and the snow squeaked under foot, I gave thanks, and begged for the opportunity for a sweet return.
Before we know it, the spring fawns will be weaned, and the velvet will dry, and because of hunter who care, we can do it all again.