I was out the door early, this first morning of fall, but was right back inside the door just as quickly ~to grab a jacket. Forty-eight degrees was a bit too chilly for these old sun-tanned arms that haven't seen a full sleeve in such a long time. Yay for fall and jacket weather! The twins were on my mind, so I grabbed the old gray corduroy and back up the hill Millie and I went. We have another set of twins in the cattle herd, but Momma Cow isn't as fond of one of her babies as she is of the other, and keeps going off and leaving it. (This is our fourth set of twins this year. What's going on with that? A cow usually has only one calf.) It's the little black one in the picture, the one she is licking clean, that she loves best. It's not that she hates the little gray one, but she just doesn't love it like she does the other one.
Both calves had been with their mother the evening before, so I was anxious, this morning, to see if they were still together, and fortunately they were. It didn't take long to spot the light-colored cow and calf as they were not far from the pond near the trail we walk. So, our day was off to a good start!
We had left home without breakfast, so a snack on the trail was good. There is nothing quite like the sweet taste of muscadine. That's the taste of fall, I think.
My spirits were lifted greatly last week when we finally got rain. When I heard rain pounding on our roof, a few nights ago, in the wee morning hours, I snuggled in and slept like I hadn't done in a long while. We were thankful! Rain is such a blessing.
I spent a lot of time in September cleaning, inside and out. I put something new (or is it old) by the front door. Well, it's different to say the least. The MERCANTILE, which I am calling it, could do with a couple of wee pumpkins on the front porch, don't you think? When I found this old piece, SALOON was written in stick-on-letters across the front. It didn't take but a jiffy to pull those off.
