This may be the single most beautiful Fall I’ve ever spent on the farm.
Which now number, ah, two.
I took full advantage of the weather this weekend and worked my ass off.
Not this ass. The figurative one.
I have a lot stories to tell you about the new pasture fence and chicken coop, but I’m so exhausted that I’m having a hard time breathing and thinking at the same time…
So I’m distracting you from my inability to be coherent with some of the beauty of the farm in Fall.
The last burst of color and life before the deep freeze.
I’m going to miss this in Winter.
(But, honestly, I’ll also be glad for an excuse to spend more time curled up under the covers with a good book.)
And when I get my wits about me again, I’ll tell you all about this…
But for now, I’m taking all kinds of naps.