The Changing of Seasons

Every year, the seasons change. One of my favorite things about living here is that we have seasons. Each season is distinct. Right now, we're in the fall transition. We're heading into winter but haven't gotten there yet. With each change, my heart rejoices. I love to see fall.

You know I love rain, you know this host loves clouds, you know it's because I'm strange...but here's another reason...

The sunsets...oh the sunsets. How could someone not love something this stunning?! Imagine if I had my real camera for this and not a phone! I kick myself most of the time for not carrying my camera. I really should carry it more often.

Here's another weather phenomenon I love...fog. It's like...an embrace. Many hate it, but I think it's wonderful.

Just because it's an embrace doesn't mean I want to stand outside in my pajamas and freeze while I take pictures of the whole ranch...just saying.

And lastly, but not the leastly (is that a word...it's underlined in red, I'm going to keep it anyway), is the colors of fall. This is a bad picture through my very bug covered windshield, but I think you understand.

Why don't I clean that? Why should I? It's going to get gross again in another day. Besides, the rain cleaned a whole bunch of it off. Gotta love that rain! Another reason to love winter.

FFR

You Know You're Country...

You know you're country when your neighbors wake you up extremely early in the morning. And it's not even your neighbor that wakes you...it's your neighbor's goat.

At least every week this goat gets his head stuck in the fence. We used to rescue him...now we leave him, he always gets his way out after an hour or so. And now your dear host wears ear plugs.

FFR

The Stupid Things We Say...

And how love overcomes. Sometimes, I say stupid things. I use sometimes here in a very strict manner. After all, it's probably less "sometimes" and more "every time I open my mouth". We won't go there...or we will. Working Man occasionally says something silly...but not very often. Darn him.

Anyway, we'll start with just one of mine.

Working Man: "After all, I know when we're old, you'll appreciate a 25 year old man's body but you won't act on it."
Me: "I doubt that."
Working Man: "So you will act on it?"
Me: *Back-peddles*

And now for his...

Working Man: "Love doesn't care what you look like, especially ours."
Me: "Are you saying I'm ugly?"
WM: *Back-peddles*

So you see, we all stick our feet in our mouths from time to time. Love is knowing what your spouse *probably* meant to say (after all, when do we REALLY know what our spouse is trying to say? When have men ever understood women, or women understood men? I digress...) and ignoring that what they meant is not what they said...or vice versa. Works either way.

Love is falling in the hole from time to time, digging it deeper with our feet moving so fast to back-peddle and our spouses giving us a hand, and not a shovel.

Thank you Working Man, for understanding that I really don't know how to speak but that I do know how to think appropriately. And I hope that I really am able to think out what you MEANT to say in your statement...like you know what I meant in mine...right? Right?

ILY

FFR

Winter's Changes

Winter brings about a lot of changes on a farm. Out here, we see a fair amount of rain and with the first rain, we end up changing a lot.


The horses don't beg for food any differently.

We don't feed any less.

The mule doesn't push us around any harder.

Try as we might, we can't push the mule any harder either.

But did you notice those fancy duds Working Man has on? Those are Mucks and they are pretty much the best pair of shoes for during the winter. They can't be beat, except by the slip ons you put on after you take the Mucks off.

Then of course, there's the added hassle of the jacket and the mess it brings...The boys start shedding their clothing outside because me and MIL J will not have something this filthy coming in the house.

Then there's the eggs...you can't see in the bucket, but with the rain, comes filthy eggs. We have to wash them and scrub them, instead of just rinsing a few of them off.

In spite of all the changes winter brings, I sure do love it!

FFR

The Moon

Have you ever noticed how incredibly hard it is to get good pictures of the moon when clouds are in the mix? The very notion of pictures of the moon takes long shutter times...when we have these moving things like clouds, the delicate dance between long shutter times and low exposure begins. Here's a few decent ones I managed to get.

This one, I really really like.

It's not great...but they're decent. So I'll share them with you.

FFR