We've arrived at the season where we wake in the dark and have to get up anyway. Pad downstairs, start coffee, go across the road for the paper . . . oh. Look what Mama Nature has brought us, all wrapped up in a bow.
What am I bid for another fine autumn day? Just one more day . . .
If you are of a mind to forage for food, you cannot find a better partner than Lois Dawson. First of all, she knows how to do this stuff. Second, she never gives up. Never. Third, she keeps up a steady stream of encouragement as you flounder about. This is how I acquired an enormous pink bag full of chestnut burrs.
The raft blew away, we lost power, it rained horizonally, but then the sun came out.
It had begun to rain over at Providence Farm. This was a letdown. Who wants to go for a hayride in the rain? Or visit the piglets? Or make apple cider? Heh heh. Turns out pretty much everyone around here was up for it. OK, we skipped the hayride. But we did all the rest, […]
Babs writes: Just when I thought the color was about gone, it rained and made the tree trunks darker and there is still lots of color. It’s still very nice. Isn’t that a wonderful thing? Just when you think it’s all gone to dust Mama Nature turns on the waterworks and there we are, oh-ing […]
November 5, 2010
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