The crisp smell of Fall is in the air. Wood smoke from a distant chimney mixes with the smell of leaves and the residue of rain which is trailing off.
Nope, that’s not what I smell. I smell Horse Stuff. We have gotten several loads of Horse Stuff. Horse Stuff is good for our flowers in the spring, so right now, we tell ourselves that Horse Stuff smells like fresh flowers. We are very glad to get Horse Stuff.
The Horse Stuff is good for flies, if you like flies. We are very much excited for our temperatures to drop down to encourage the flies to move further south.
We’ve noticed an increase in the people in our neighborhood – specifically skunks and raccoons.
Over the last week the musk of skunks, the chatter of raccoons and the tell tale digging of possums have shown up on the homestead. We are letting the garden flame out and will be tilling up to put out a cover crop next week. In the meantime, the neighbors are taking advantage of the melons, tomatoes, and squash. They are also making their presence known in most unpleasant ways.
My exultation at his expiration was quickly shortened by his exhalation.
Lots of reasons for the flame out of the garden, but primarily time. Like most things on the farm, time is a precious commodity. Our garden slipped away from us in mid July, and we never really recovered. With a house for sale, job pressures and a kingdom to run, we were simply swamped.
Which brings us back to the neighbors. They are preparing for winter and using our place for logistics support. I’ll be more careful in putting up the chicken food and bird seed. And I’ll hold off on grilling for a couple of weeks.
I can’t really show you the pictures I have of the skunks and raccoons, but I can show you pictures of our other neighbor – Mr. Deer.
Having chickens has been a treat! They are really smart and unique animals. This morning as I sat on my prayer porch Sophia (our smallest) came to the door and let me pet her. She acted like she wanted to be invited in. She hung around as I continued to study and eventually went on about her morning. I know this sounds funny, but I think animals have a special connection to the Father. Can they feel his presence?