The last two morning have felt like fall is in the air. We had 59 degrees when we got up Friday, and we had mist on the pond. Today the high was only in the mid 80s. It will go beastly again, no doubt, and I am glad for the relief the crops are getting.
Right now we have entered Mud Season. A few snow bones are left, but rapidly shrinking. The owls are necking and cooing, geese are passing through, and the Old Gobblers' Club is out showing off and looking for ladies.
The fall colors ease us into the dark time of year, but the rain and cold remind us what comes next. The stoves offer necessary comfort. We fired up the basement stove yesterday.
A herd of deer will break and run if the dogs start barking at them, but a single deer doesn't really care as long as I don't make any funny moves.
The spring birds are hollerin', the buzzards are circling over us every day, our barred owls are hatching young'uns, and the daffodils are lovely. The crocuses are looking great, too!
