Well, Frankenstorm is on her way. Admittedly, I'm a little anxious today and spending a good chunk of the day getting things put away here at the farmette and checking in on a couple of other properties that I help watch in the off-season. This morning's weather would never indicate such a beast of a storm is approaching; the fog is slowly burning off, it's warming up quickly and the light is exceptionally brilliant as it bounces off the thinning fog. The trees that still have leaves are all a deep, burnt orange now with the exception of a few red oaks that still hold on to their redness even after we've had a few frosts. The sheep are still finding some green to eat although I am having to supplement more and more with hay now; they'll start to get grain again soon, too. More signs of the changing season.
The shorter days make us all slow down some, and yet the things we need to get done in a given day don't change; maybe this is why it seems there are never enough hours in a day. Finding a balance between productivity and rest is sometimes elusive. When I watch Henry lounging around, which he does quite often and quite well, it reminds me to stop and take in the light and the view and all that is around me here. This is probably the real reason why they call them (wo)Man's Best Friend.
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Henry.
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