The Literary Fly Fisher

The days surrounding New Years were great fun.  My wife, daughter, dog, and I shared a little cabin in the mountains.  My daughter loved playing in the snow, my dog and I enjoyed fishing, and my wife loved the warmth of the cabin and her family.  Of course, my wife and I jumped into the New Year at midnight and then read Robert Burns’ “Auld Lang Syne.”  Already, it is a fine memory, and many years from now, we will fondly remember this holiday, “a long time ago.”

Sure, for those of us who pay attention to such things, the year turned a few weeks back at the solstice.  Still, I enjoy the January 1st holiday and it serves as a fine reminder that the time we can spend with our loved ones and on the stream are, indeed, getting longer (or at least more sunlit).

And there’s a hand, my trusty fiere,

And gie’s a hand o’ thine,

And we’ll tak a right gude-willie waught

For auld lang syne.

From “Auld Lang Syne” (“A Long Time Ago), a traditional Scots song, put to paper (and, most likely, largely composed) by Robert Burns in 1793.

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