We have reached the "grey days" time of year, here on the farm.
Winter is just around the corner and it feels tangible now. There are no leaves left on the trees, and the migrating birds have all passed by on their travels to warmer climes.
The dramatic sunrises of this time of year offer an almost daily reminder that grey is just a temporary state of affairs.
We had a lovely weekend that started with the treat of spending a couple days with our Littles. Mackenzie and Easton came to the farm for an overnight visit and spent Friday here with us.
The remainder of our weekend was spent here on the farm (of course, because... in the middle of this pandemic... there is no place we need or want to go!)
I had noticed over the past week...