I love how this young man is providing plenty of moral support and full body encouragement but is letting the young woman carry the pumpkin!
There seems to be a definite pumpkin theme going in these days! Yesterday when I stopped by Michell’s Farm Market to pick up a bag of feed carrots it was pumpkin madness! All kinds of kids and families and old people and cute couples were out scouring the field in search of the perfect pumpkin! Even though they were just manhandling squash into wheelbarrows, there was a definite festive air about the place! I wish I could see all the cool carvings that that happened after everyone got their orange babies home…
(Note the complete lack of a shred of fog anywhere!)
Cora took full advantage of the mild weather this afternoon to lounge around outside and nurse her little ones under the trees. They are five weeks old and a pretty boisterous bunch! Poor Cora has another three weeks of this to put up with before we wean them!
Overnight, the wind rose and by early morning the clouds were scudding across the sky.
Standing at the edge of the sheep field it all felt rather apocalyptic! Leaves blew in all directions, pattering down out of the trees before forming great matted swathes of colour that carpeted every inch of ground under the trees.
Over the course of my two-hour morning feed rounds, the wind gradually abated and the sun came out. Everything that had been soggy, damp and limp during the fog of the past week was suddenly crisp and vivid.
And the feeling of that sun on my back – not possible to photograph, but man, did that feel good!
Posted in Blog, Garden, Uncategorized
Tagged Autumn, clouds, fall, farm, homestead, leaves, stormy sky, sun, unexpected beauty
Perhaps the strangest thing about the fog situation is that the lack of light actually seems to make certain things glow from within – like these wet leaves, soaked not by rain but by hanging out in a grounded cloud for too long. Some of them still seem so alive and somehow radiant. The colours would have been brilliant under a warm fall sun, but even in this soft light, there is an intensity that catches the breath and makes me stop between the hog pen and the duck house just to look.