It was such a fall day yesterday. All broody skies, brisk breeze, and cool temperature. I took a longish tramp around the farm, all by myself, which I haven't done in ages.
Leaves in puddle
The clouds of fall.
I am not sure if there is legitimacy to the idea that each season has their own signature clouds, but even if science says no, I beg to differ.
A cabbage, the only thing left standing in Tori's garden.
Oh, these skies!
Some of Owen's recent purchases.
A shy little Jersey
The elm tree is sinister without leaves on cloudy days
Mooing. Just because she can.
Stone wall barb wire
I love moss. Really.
Isn't it fascinating to think of all the different kinds? All the different communities on one single rock?
The sun came out in fits and bursts
Sticking his tongue out at the other cows.
Field, sky, and turkeys
We always called these poof bombs or witches purses. They are some form of fungus, which releases a brown cloud when you step on it. We loved them as kids.
Not so gorgeous leaves
My shoes. I was a little leery of buying bright pink shoes, but in the 8 months I have had them, I have worn them so much. So always buy the bright shoes.
And then, since the kids were jealous of my walk, the kids and I walked home. Justin had to come pick up Gilbert, who developed a blister on his heel. But all us girls had a grand time.