Despite the fact that we are creeping very close to the first of November, we have been having some wonderful end-of-autumn days here in NE Minnesota.
We've been blessed again this year with a long fall. I think we're gonna have to be careful that we aren't lulled into thinking winter is going to be a snap without involving any ice, sleet, snow or other stuff that makes for hazardous driving and/or using muscles that have been resting since frozen hands last gripped snow shovels, roof rakes and the controls of a vehicle with a large snowplow hooked on the front of it.
I had plans for this glorious day. It was to start with cookie baking and then trying to finish up the last of the outside yard/garden work.
Didn't happen. At 10:05 this morning after an hour of rushing around gathering needed materials and our wits, we were out the door on an errand that kept us away from home until 7:15 tonight. No problem. It's good to remember how to roll with the punches and be jarred out of our routine every now and then.
My tired body is now wrapped in a long flannel nightgown and quilted robe and I'm sure it won't be long before the Sandman sends me off into dreamland.
I'll close with this calming picture I took early one morning a day or so ago. I walked down the driveway to see if I could get a picture of the frost coating everything including each blade of grass in our small hay field. I didn't succeed in doing that, but as I passed by the pond, the ducks and geese made a beeline over to me because, after all, a two-legged creature means food, right?
"Grain? You have grain for us?" I could almost hear them saying as they swam to my side of the pond.
We've currently got about 20 wild Mallards staying on our Bed and Breakfast Pond in preparation for their flight south. Our grumpity Mother and Father Goose tolerate them well in the water but when the Mallards come up into the poultry yard looking for food, the geese tell them in no uncertain terms that they are encroaching on their territory. Inhospitable big buggers.
I'm off to crawl between the flannel sheets now and will hope for another beautiful day tomorrow so I can spend most of it outside doing what needs to be done. Hope you have a great day, too.
the quotidian (10.23.17)
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