My hands are cold on my face.. The water drops seem thickened as they glimmer in the morning sun.. Tiny pools caught somewhere between ice and water. I love this time of year.
This signals something in me.. A need to move a time of change. Action.
The Case International has made a couple passes in the corn field across the road.
The cats fur is becoming a bit thicker and dense.
The turkeys.. it is time to make some phone calls about our four male turkeys.
We are purging all that is not needed for the winter months. Stuff to be moved, sold, thrown out .. goes.. Everything else needs to be insulated, packed away .. saved..
I look at the barn.. Think we have a month. Finish the roofing repairs, get the doors on. Electricity to that barn will have to happen next year. Look to the small barns and start thinking of the path for the trench that will hold the conduit for the electric line and for plumbing.
Gaze at the pond wondering when I will get to sink a line in the coming days.. will I have time. The little row boat needs to be moved to the pole barn and put up for winter
There are lots of projects to be finished in the coming days. Lots of work to be done in the dwindling daylight and into the twilight hours.
Warm drinks to be enjoyed, soups to be tried and tested. Camp fires to be started a place to warm up while moving around outside. A place to stare and loose your thoughts and worries into the flames..
Ittie is in change also. From K to 1st. Her thoughts, her actions, her knowledge move and change like this season. Her ability to ponder and discuss with her bounding imagination and indulgence in humor flavors the soul with an essence that leaves me savoring each moment with her.
"Mama".. yes Ittie.."what does the mama tomato say to the baby tomato"... what Ittie.. "Catsup" A giggle and smile of an imp comes out of her as I can't help but smile back and be proud of the punch line.
The wind blows and the sounds of the metal roof, banging wood, wisping corn stalks, raking tree limbs, thuds of apples falling from trees, ducks quacking is the symphony that fills the air..
Ittie, Sam Harriet and I live in this spot.. This moment in time. Our bit of Heaven on Earth. I move to pick up kindling and stack it next to the wood pile. Smell the earth, take in the low orange waves that are appearing on the horizon. Breathe deep.. Feel my cold hands.. How I love this time of year.
