Tag Archives: Autumn

Same View

… From the hay loft, but this time there is actually a view and not a fog bank!



Seen at the Pumpkin Patch

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!


Ok, Pumpkins it is!

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!)

Then, there was Sun

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!

What is fog, but wet!

Spider Web October 2013

All this fog has been rather eerily beautiful, in its own muted way, but each drippingĀ morning reminds me that being inside a fog bank is wet! The newly painted chicken house looks like some avant garde creation with streaky, dribbly paint where smooth colour should be. And this poor spider’s web was obviously not meant to bear the weight of all that water!

Foggy fall days

Even in the middle of tossing hay down from the barn loft, there are moments in these foggy autumn days that force me to stop, take note, and be happy.