I've been moping about the lack of fall in Cameroon and saw this book on my shelf, although I'm not sure if choosing it actually helped the matter. (It was satisfying while I was in the act of reading, but as soon as I put it down, I was all the more aware of the absence of cool air and changing leaves.) That being said, it is a wonderful collection of essays. Jodie first inspired me to read this when she framed an excerpt from it as a wedding gift; I loved the cadence of that brief passage, and that admiration has held for the rest of the pieces, too. The book is sectioned into seasons, and through his simple reflections, Cook is able to capture the best elements of each time of the year. In addition to the beautiful writing, he just makes everything he does--fly fishing, cross-country skiing, napping in the woods, camping in canoe country--sound so appealing. Even the chapters on hunting, of which I've never been an avid participant, were engaging, and I could honestly see what draws people to it. My only complaint is that his occasional habit of talking about himself in third person felt gimmicky, but the subject matter helped carry these pieces anyway. As much as we're enjoying Africa, this book made me want to pack up and settle in a cabin on Minnesota's north shore. Maybe some day...