It’s
that wonderful time of year again. When I go out in the morning to feed
the chickens, the air is cool and crisp, the roosters are crowing, and
it feels like fall is here. This is my favorite time of day, full of
the possibilities of the golden autumn day to come. Soon the smell of
wood smoke will fill the air from our neighbors chimneys and our own.
Squirrels are busy up in the oak trees building nests and storing nuts
(and driving our dogs crazy!) I’m busy right along with them, gathering,
harvesting, and storing food for the coming winter. I love every minute
of it.
that wonderful time of year again. When I go out in the morning to feed
the chickens, the air is cool and crisp, the roosters are crowing, and
it feels like fall is here. This is my favorite time of day, full of
the possibilities of the golden autumn day to come. Soon the smell of
wood smoke will fill the air from our neighbors chimneys and our own.
Squirrels are busy up in the oak trees building nests and storing nuts
(and driving our dogs crazy!) I’m busy right along with them, gathering,
harvesting, and storing food for the coming winter. I love every minute
of it.
I
needlefelted this wool wall hanging a few weeks ago in celebration of
these sorts of mornings. It was so popular, apparently, it sold to two
different people at the same time! Both to someone at our Waldorf School
store, and an Etsy customer in Greece on the same day. What are the
odds? It must mean that other people out there love homestead mornings
as much as I do.
needlefelted this wool wall hanging a few weeks ago in celebration of
these sorts of mornings. It was so popular, apparently, it sold to two
different people at the same time! Both to someone at our Waldorf School
store, and an Etsy customer in Greece on the same day. What are the
odds? It must mean that other people out there love homestead mornings
as much as I do.
I am busy at work creating an identical one right now.
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