Phil's New Friend

A caterpillar peaking Phil's interest where he gingerly pawed at it with curiosity.

A Final Sunflower

A Slow Start

The furnace has officially been lit.  We lived our whole time in Minneapolis in a little apartment where we kept our thermostat at 55 degrees during the winter.  We wore long underwear, stocking caps and reluctantly got out of bed each morning.  That time is no longer.  This little trailer is pretty efficient and warms up in just a few minutes!  So, when Ross was bundled in a wool blanket and a stocking cap two days ago, we started up the furnace and I'm okay with it because that means it's fall.  The weather has changed and I'm welcoming it. 

The first frost nipped plant leaves and hit the basil, but we're still getting produce; however, it's now at a low pace which is calming.  I'm not weeding anymore and I'm amazed that it's officially the end of the season!  It leads me to think about this winter and how I'll spend my time, but instead I will have another coffee and bundle in my sweater just a few minutes more.

Cool Nights

I keep thinking it's summer here.  The garden is still producing, raspberries are ripening and dropping before I can get to them and the sun is putting me in t-shirts rather than sweaters.  I'm loving the sun and the extra inspiration it's giving each day, but equally, I love the nights.  It can reach 75 degrees daytime and as soon as that sun drops behind the pasture horizon, the temp falls right with it...to sweater weather. 

By the time my full gray sweater is on the sky is deepening to a red hue and I'm rushing to get the feed to the ducks.  I keep getting shocked by the early darkness.  Once I'm done with chores and walking back to my little hearth, Orion is greeting me and that's how I know it's summer no more. 

After a day full of strong winds, night comes, everything calms and I just stop.  I breath the air around me and let go of the things I didn't finish during the day, let alone the things I didn't even start.  Those are the moments I live for.  Moments where I swear the wind is talking to me, stopping me in my tracks to remind me how big the universe is.  I stare at the Milky Way and just like the night before and the week before that, I'm humbled.  The vastness has conquered many persons ability to find words and I add myself to the number.  So I rest, feeling peace and thankfulness.  

The Wind is a Changin'

October is here and I'm back:)  Let's listen to the magic of the wind while it dances with the leaves as they put on one of the greatest shows of the year.  Talk a walk, dream bigger and breath deeper...autumn is here.  

Thanks for your patience as I rounded out my first year as a beginning farmer and embarked on a new adventure in marriage.  It's been a wildly joyous past month and a half and I'm ready to continue on with it.  Stay tuned!