It was the first weekend of Autumn, and it could not have been more perfect. There's a palpable difference in how the world feels right now.
The mornings are moist and misty - ethereal, actually.
By mid-day the sun burns through the fog and hangs, slightly lower, in the sky.
The temperatures are much cooler, and if I haven't already mentioned it (a hundred times) - it is such a relief from Summer's heat!
We celebrated Autumn's arrival in the best possible way... with the Littles. We stopped by a local farm and bought a trunk-full of pumpkins, and began decorating the farm for the season.
Teeny, tiny pumpkins decorate all of the fence posts (at least all of the ones that the horses cannot reach - for I fear they would all be nibbled and consumed.)
We "played" farmer and harvested the remaining carrots from the garden (I was the Mommy farmer, he was the Daddy farmer.)
These will be stored in the barn refrigerator and be snacks for pigs and horses and donkeys.
The thing about play is... you can disguise chore time as a make-believe play time and get twice as much done with twice as much fun!
(I am listening to a book on Audible, right now, and I heard just the best quote: it basically said that if you want to understand what using psychedelics (ie: magic mushrooms) feels like - just have tea with a four-year-old. I had to laugh. There is nothing like a four-year-old!)
We spent much of the weekend, just noticing the little things....
spun with a tunnel entrance....
and this huge orb weaver spider....
a box turtle who crossed the driveway...
and so many other wonders of nature.
I seem to have fostered future fungi lovers!
Both children are eager to help with farm chores. Easton does most of the water chores,
while, Mackenzie, who is more comfortable with the chickens, helps out by opening up the houses so that everyone can free-range for the day.
There is never a lack of enthusiasm from either of these two! Pete the Cat, spent the better part of the weekend on his back...
Easton ate his weight in peppers from the garden and pears and apples from the orchard.
"Look Grammie, the moon is still out!"
"Why is the moon out in the day?" "Why?" is an integral and repeated part of every conversation with this one! (This one who calls skunks "stunks"... quite appropriate, I would say.
Saturday night, as cold settled over the farm, we warmed ourselves by a campfire and toasted marshmallows for S'mores with our neighbor, Anna's two girls.
It might not be hard to guess that my grands are special to me. They bring me more joy than I had ever imagined - not to mention un-ending laughter.