Confessions of a Hunting Widow

My husband has left me again. He'll be back, but I don't know when. It doesn't really matter, because he'll leave again tomorrow before dawn.

It's hunting season in Northern Virginia.

My man has put up the tree stands, pulled out the decoy doe, and purchased some new camo. It's unlikely I'll spend much time with him over the next few weeks. At least not until he's had some success out there in the field.

So what is my confession? It's that I don't really mind all that much. As much as I love our morning coffee ritual and snuggling on the couch in the evening, I really enjoy being alone sometimes. So happy hunting season!