Autumn has arrived on the farm. The days are cool, and the nights are cold. Country Boy thinks that I feel the cold too much, but I always have, and he also knows that if I am not warm, I am not happy. The fire is going 24 hours a day now.
After the cold and wet of February and March, April turned warm and dry again, so the trees are all confused and have taken their time to change colour. Normally the seasons are much more pronounced here than in the city.
Most of the acorns have gone now. Country Boy has collected lots to feed to the pigs.
The trees along the creek are all starting to change colour, and they are beautiful.
There are bushes of bright berries everywhere. I know that they can be a bit of a weed, but they are beautiful. There are so many bushes along the road on the way to work. I keep meaning to stop and take some photos.
The days are getting shorter now. By 5pm it is getting dark and cold. The chickens take themselves to bed rather than needing to be chased back. We need to make sure that the wood is stacked outside the door so we don’t have to go for a walk to the wood heap first thing in the morning.
Another beautiful time of year on the farm.
