It's that time again. Time when boots are a necessity and coats are required-wear for trips to the barn:
This means for everyone:
My farm pup, Roxy, is once again insisting on going out with me for morning and evening feedings. To me, this is a happy indication that her leg is (finally) recovering. Clearly, this is a girl who thrives on strategically placing herself in the center of things:
It's as if she understands how important our daily barn time is:
For me, this is the time that soothes and grounds me - and helps me to work out things in my head. Yes, even the poop-picking-up part is beneficial:
Clyde, who continues to maintain at least an arm's distance from all humans, enjoys the morning barn time, too, and will frequently observe the activities from his perch between the stalls:
With the weather turning colder, everyone is hungrier...
George and Clyde now look forward to a morning tuna treat on the front porch:
If I happen to leave Kai llama's grain bin open and unattended for the shortest of moments...:
she doesn't hesitate to help herself:
I had to break ice on the stock tank this morning. It got down to 25 degrees last night:
This gave me a bit of a jolt beause I realized -suddenly- that it's actually late fall already. See this spot of earth? This is where my garlic should be planted in the ground by now:
Want to know where my garlic is instead? Why, it's right here, of course...:
Hanging in my pantry:
Go ahead, guess what I'll be doing this week.
With the shift in seasons, I feel my urge growing to be in the kitchen again. I've baked 3 different types of bread and my first chocolate pecan pie in the last week:
The pie was magnificent but the best part of this recipe is that I've been introduced to the most perfect pie crust. It may sound silly but, for me, this is an incredibly empowering feeling. Personally, I feel that everyone should know how to make a perfect pie crust.
Given how inclement our weather has been so far, I have a feeling I'm going to have a lot of time this winter to practice it.