All the signs of autumn. . .

There was a wonderfully steady rain yesterday. It wasn't really supposed to come (depending on which weather person you listened to), but it lasted all day. Had the local fire department had any burning permits on hand, we would have happily burned all day. It will be nice to be rid of some of the tree debris that is floating around the pharm these days. Mr. Bruce (our neighbor) was more than happy to drop 6 or so big Blue Spruce trees and then cut them up. Now the business of reducing the limbs to ash falls on us. . . but the weather has been hot and dry.

The fur children have grown and found their niche here. For all of the losses this year (30 some odd chickens to those wily foxes, and most of our home crops to the ridiculous rains) they have been a happy spot. Amy has really taken to them, and they to her. They know her voice and respond very well. And so, they have become hers, and i won't get to eat any this year. . . .

We are draining the well today so that i can climb in it and adjust the fittings on the pipes. Aside from the air leak that has crept it's way into our water system, there is a sinister desire lurking in my mind to fall (or in this case climb) into a well.

All the signs of autumn are here - the leaves have begun to turn, the nights are getting cold, the turkeys are getting fat,and the deer are moving. At Pearson's Town we have thrown in a last round of root crops that we hope to harvest before the snow flies. We should also finish the first hoop house this week. . . or so i am hoping. Our week is cut into by my moonlighting at the coffee shop on campus (way too much fun) and a visit to Eliot Coleman's place on Thursday.

We are eager to welcome Laura and Mike to the abode. . . Amy is nesting again (she likes variety of people coming and going). They will join us for a bit while they look to grow roots in the area.

Stay tuned for autumn fun. . .