Summer is over when I put away the grazing muzzles and fly masks. I think that was two weeks ago.
Winter starts when the first snow falls. That was Thursday.
I think that means fall lasted 11 days.
Just that quickly, the herd went from full-time grazing
to willing me to come outside to feed them more hay.
And just when my flowers were starting to look pretty good, bam.
So garden chores have been replaced with wood-stove chores...
...and after-work parties in the pasture have given way to Netflix.
The bees have gone into hiding...
and the cat has relocated from his bench to the barn.