It’s been another week of gorgeous weather. Thank you! The air. Fall air is so crisp, so refreshing, simply divine. The days are warm but not too warm and the nights call for a fire, just to enough to warm an old leaky farmhouse. An early evening fire in our amazing wood burning stove, takes the chill off in the a.m. The amount of time for reflection is growing. I’m writing letters, returning phone calls, baking, reading books, and allowing creativity find me. I’ve been trying to capture some of the beauty Buxton bestows in fall. The trees are lurking with the threat of letting go of their leaves. I want them to remain. Hang out just a bit longer. Not ready to see all of them fall too soon. Walking through the fields to set up fences for the cows, crunching on the leaves as I go. I love that sound! Brings back childhood memories. Life in Ohio when we used to “rake” the leaves out of our yard after grade school, but not before jumping in them! Now, I invite them to remain. Let them do their thing for the soil! Appreciate their contribution.
This week also brought our first frost. We’ve been waiting for the frost to annoint our parsnips, making them sweeter, tastier and ready for a hearty soup. Today we will carve out time to harvest them along with our winter carrots. Some of the other winter veggies will stay intact a bit longer.
The number of days following the cows for the hens is slowly beginning to end. We’ve noticed they are bit resistant to come out of the eggmobile lately. The frost isn’t their favorite kind of morning. They also started laying less eggs and some of them are molting. I look forward to cleaning the eggmobile next month once they are nested into the hoop house for winter.
It feels so good to be working with Michael and the cows again. With interns this summer I resigned this position temporarily. I like walking the fields again, getting familiar with the landscape, and observing the heard. There is so much to learn by simply observing, taking notice. The animals are easy to be with as long as they are fulfilled. It’s such a good feeling to know we are part of providing them a decent, enriching life. I will milk these fall days for as long as possible while I slowly get my body, my mind, and our home ready for winter. I invite winter to take her time getting to Buxton. We’re not ready for her just yet.