Fall, in full swing.
The air and earth are cold. The sky bright gray, highlighting the near florescence of leaves. My chickens stay close to one another, always on the look out for predators. Which usually turn out to be gusts of wind. Gideon’s napping seems to have reached a whole new intensity. I literally have to wake him up in the morning. In the evenings, all I can seem to think about is eating soup, squash, buttered baguette and hot coco. And there is nothing quite like putting on some chunky socks and sitting in front of a fire.
So while Fall hasn’t brought as many quite moments as I’d imagined, I keep telling myself we’re just getting started. I’m thankful for the few I’ve gotten so far.