The autumn of 2022 was breathtaking in its beauty.
I looked around and I grabbed hold of it as much as was humanly possible.
One Sunday afternoon Witt arrived with three of these precious ones. While they cut and split wood with Don's wood-splitter, Breanna, Gordon, Violet and I just enjoyed life together.
Another afternoon, after picking green beans from my fall garden I sat down on the back stoop to snap them for dinner that night. Here Myrtle enjoys my loving and her smile is contagious.I find rubbing a cat calming. Do you? My little flock of chickens have literally acres and acres of land to free range, but no, my brick patio and all around the house is their desired preference. That entails frequent clean up!
What do they do on blissful days like this,
These who have no God?
When autumn sets a torch to every tree,
When ecstasy all but bursts its heart...
What do they do...with no one to say "thank you" to?
Mrs.Myra Scovel
2 comments:
It's wonderful to get these glimpses of your homestead, complete with autumn light. Those purplish pink zinnias are identical to some in my garden this summer; I love how they are so tall and cuttable :-)
Sweet babies! :)
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