A fourth day of great beauty! A dreamy morning of blue skies and light tiny wisps of a cloud or two. Breezy, mild, heavenly.
It's not unusual. September in the upper Midwest often offers up these pots of gold. And we love them!
Early morning belongs to the cats and as always, there is a new variation to the feral theme: Stop Sign is coming around more frequently. She still spits at the other kitties, teaching them, I'm sure, the worst of manners. But, I feed her nonetheless. Not only because her personality should not lead her to go hungry, but, too, she is probably hiding a litter somewhere. Her good health assures their good health. We'll see what develops in the days ahead.
In the meantime, we love playing with Dance's little guys...
And try hard to relax the teenagers. Sometimes they seem to be almost comfortable with our touch. Other times, they run like the dickens.
And the flowers continue to bend with their weight of splendid autumn blooms and bees and Monarchs dance a wild autumnal jig...
(But it is a little chilly in the earlier hours. We eat in the kitchen.)
Ed coaxes me to a bike ride and a game of disc golf. It's probably our last barefoot run under sunny skies. We revel in it! And enjoy the views onto soy fields that are also as buttery gold as the prairie blooms and goldenrod growing all around us.
In the afternoon, I take Snowdrop to the local market again. She wants little golden tomatoes. I want lettuce. Ed wants cheese curds.
"Can I ride the cow??"
(Back at the farmette...)
Dance class ends my time with the little girl.
And late in the evening, Ed and I settle in for warm bowls of home made chili, made with a combination of homegrown tomatoes and ones we get from Natalie.
Glorious days like this stay with us long after the last sun ray has disappeared. Skies grow dark, stars come out, you give one last nod to the farmette animals and go inside with a smile. It's been a good week.
It's not unusual. September in the upper Midwest often offers up these pots of gold. And we love them!
Early morning belongs to the cats and as always, there is a new variation to the feral theme: Stop Sign is coming around more frequently. She still spits at the other kitties, teaching them, I'm sure, the worst of manners. But, I feed her nonetheless. Not only because her personality should not lead her to go hungry, but, too, she is probably hiding a litter somewhere. Her good health assures their good health. We'll see what develops in the days ahead.
In the meantime, we love playing with Dance's little guys...
And try hard to relax the teenagers. Sometimes they seem to be almost comfortable with our touch. Other times, they run like the dickens.
And the flowers continue to bend with their weight of splendid autumn blooms and bees and Monarchs dance a wild autumnal jig...
(But it is a little chilly in the earlier hours. We eat in the kitchen.)
Ed coaxes me to a bike ride and a game of disc golf. It's probably our last barefoot run under sunny skies. We revel in it! And enjoy the views onto soy fields that are also as buttery gold as the prairie blooms and goldenrod growing all around us.
In the afternoon, I take Snowdrop to the local market again. She wants little golden tomatoes. I want lettuce. Ed wants cheese curds.
"Can I ride the cow??"
(Back at the farmette...)
Dance class ends my time with the little girl.
And late in the evening, Ed and I settle in for warm bowls of home made chili, made with a combination of homegrown tomatoes and ones we get from Natalie.
Glorious days like this stay with us long after the last sun ray has disappeared. Skies grow dark, stars come out, you give one last nod to the farmette animals and go inside with a smile. It's been a good week.
