Monday

Maybe we could attach a tracking device to her... Let's see how much they cost...

I know Ed is mostly joking. A tracking device on a chicken?? Nonetheless, we're perplexed: Henny is hiding her eggs again and this time we cannot find the spot where she is laying. And so we are back to having four chickens and only Butter, the oldest and wobbliest of the hens, is giving us an egg every dozen days or so.

The harvest moon was bright and bold last night, but the morning is cloudy once more. And we have yet another day that is more like early September than late October. As we eat our morning meal on the porch, we note that it is almost humid. Sticky cool. I put on a light sweater, I take it off. Nothing feels right.






Still, it's a good day to keep Snowdrop outside. As she and I leave her school just after the noon hour, I tell her that the car is parked by the playground. We have to walk. I know she is tired and I offer to hoist her on my hip, but the sight of all those leaves excites her and she chooses to continue on her own.






Surely a fortifying treat is in order. Coffee shop! Yes, that's right! You know the way!






An oatmeal raisin cookie bite, outside, in the wind -- let's get that hair out of your face!






And onward --  to the playground!






Let me post four photos of the bold and happy girl. These are the last days of such carefree romps out on the equipment. Let's enjoy them with her:





















With a last peek-a-boo shot to finish our time there.






At the farmhouse, she plays with trucks. She really is into trucks.






...When she's not into food games, books, stuffies, or just messin' around with ah-ah.

Snowdrop's frequent grin is like a sky where the sun refuses to hide for long.

And in fact, the sun does come out, here and there, and it adds that golden touch to the farmette landscape that's pure magic.






In the late late afternoon (pre-evening?), Snowdrop and I go out to feel the warmth of this warmest of warm October days.






I ask her now if she wants a stroller ride. She runs with enthusiasm!






She loves these rides, but only if they turn into the fields where she can get up close and personal with the flowers, the plants, the rutted roads.






We look out over the fields...





Fall has always been so very pretty here. This year is no different.