Fall has made herself known in her heavy blanket of colored leaves. A hard frost last night, rare for this late in the year, had the remaining leaves spiraling to the ground like snowflakes today. We took the dogs for a walk into the lower fields and saw a chipmunk padding a nest inside of the wood chipper.
The shorter days were painfully noticeable at first, but have now become routine. The coyotes have returned and on the cold nights we hear them call and cackle to one another as they hunt.
Geese have been flying over by the hundreds, making their journey for the winter months.
Lessons fill our mornings most days, leaving part of the afternoon for friends and adventures.
The boy and I have been readying for hunting season to open. Just over two weeks away, we have our blinds set and ready.
I dug the rest of the horseradish from the garden and ground it into sauce. The garden is spent and bedded down for another season.
They boy's puppy is now almost 7 months old and weighs 81 pounds. I made a blaze orange coat for her so hunters won't mistake her for game. She does look like a bear cub from some angles.
As much as I dread the winter season coming upon us, I do enjoy the solitude it brings. The time to sew and crochet. A few new scarves in the making for cold to come.