Second week of the reversion to 'standard time' and I've not accomplished the reset of my internal clock. Evenings seem to begin shortly after noon and drag on for hours, while I tell myself that I am not sleepy. I'm doing better with mornings--downstairs not long after six the past two mornings.
Jim has battled a cold/cough and is content to sleep in.
The cats have likewise not adjusted and begin begging for their 'tea' at the usual time. I could humor them, but I tell them 'soon' knowing they will accept the winter hours after a few more days have passed.
Morning temperatures have hovered around the freezing mark; most days have had a sunless start.
A hint of blue sky is worth recording.
Jim, bundled up against drizzling rain, tackled a dead tree at the edge of the woods.
He brought it round to the wood shed and ran the chunks through the wood splitter.
Rain and wind have swept down the russet leaves of oak and hickory leaving the lane a bleak prospect on a gloomy day.
The view beyond the stable into the woods is now one of nearly bare branches rearing tipsily against the sky.
There was sunshine much of today. The cats popped in and out whenever a door was opened.
The concrete retaining wall which faces the front of the house becomes a favorite vantage point for them--dry and sun-warmed when the long grass and weeds are damp and chilly.
Willis, mindful of his responsibilities, waits at the bend of the lane to escort me when I return from walking to the mailbox.
When rain threatens or the wind blows cold, Willis appreciates his blanket lined basket on the sheltered back porch.
Bonny has been sorting the goats into winter pastures.
These three girls are keeping company with Dandelion the senior buck.
When I walked past this afternoon he hooted loudly, asserting lordly dominance over the little group.
The young does [born in the spring of 2016] are enjoying the companionship of a younger buck in a pasture behind the barn.
Seed heads still cling to the clematis vine, a collage of muted color.
In the sheltered corner near the side porch self-sown petunias straggle over the wall.
One brave nasturtium, a remnant of summer, has thus far survived the frosty nights.
Being much indoors during the moody weather I've been sewing, reading. The piano tuner was here last week prompting me to spend a bit more time going over music--nothing very challenging.
Dashing outside on some errand means finding a jacket--soon I will want a scarf, gloves.
I am somewhat astonished to realize that this will be our 4th winter in the farmhouse.