So far, these September days have been hot; the evenings have been kind.
Yesterday afternoon, Bill was planning to go cut some firewood, with his chainsaw and his fishing rod.
Hmmm.
I'll bet that fishing rod might have had another use in the Lightning Creek drainage.
So, I said good bye and headed off to town to mail some stuff.
When I arrived back home, Bill was still home.
He decided it was too hot for driving all that way to cut firewood, so he opted for the Lovestead woods instead.
Knowing he was actually going to be home at dinner time, I started planning the meal: all ingredients from Selle.
All but one of those dishes came from the Lovestead.
The lone off-site goodie came from Wood's Meats about a mile away: Wood's German sausages.
The menu included homemade bread (a loaf from the freezer), lettuce, tomato and cucumber salad, and cheesy new potatoes and green beans along with the sausage.
Twas a yum, yum plate, for sure.
Such satisfaction, not only for the palate but also for the soul, having nurtured everything from seed to plate.
After cleaning up from dinner, I headed outside, simply to stroll around the place and take in all the activities---from up, down and around.
As the sun set, the sky came alive with several shades of color, much like an artist's canvas.
Ever extending cloud formations in various shapes, sizes and colors kept me looking upward as I moseyed around the place.
Horses chomped on apples fed from the big tree.
Dogs cavorted in the grass, staging fake fights.
A spider wandered along a fence board, looking as if it might just pounce right in the middle of a daisy face.
The red plum tree seemed to be sending a message: it's time to pick me.
I hate to pick you, tree.
You have been SO beautiful this year. It will be sad to pluck away that beauty.
One wildflower around the place also reminded me to summon an answer from any knowledgeable blog reader: what am I?
It's the red one down below, among the red, white and blue.
All in all, it was a pleasant sojourn around the place and a great time-out from the otherwise busy day.
A few photos from the pasture happened this morning at chore time.
Lovin' these comfortable September evenings and hoping for more.
Soon, John Fuller will come to put shoes on Lefty for the third time this year. He's gonna be in a horse show, so we don't want clanging hooves that stumble at the lope.
Happy Wednesday.
Annie's Third Camino, Been There, Done That . . . .
I loved Annie's blog entry this morning, and I think you will too.
I especially liked the paragraph posted below, which does a lovely job of characterizing the villages.
Enjoy!
https://adventuregirlannie.com/
Tomorrow she's off to Scotland and then England for more adventures.
We walked on and kept toying with the idea of a 35km day. Today’s walk went through small village streets that look almost identical to those we’ve been walking through all along.
Each of these villages has the token old lady or old man and at least one cat. Many of the houses feature dog warning signs, even if the “mean” dog in question is too old to get up. These villages and the scenery are what I love about walking the Camino.
Seeing the world by foot is the best way to go, in my
opinion.
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