The trees are slowly changing color. It seems earlier this year. It has not been dry for long periods of time. The grass is still lush and green with clumps of clover and soft dandelion leaves. The sheep are so fat some of them have a hard time pulling themselves up the hill. Even the withered old ladies have a little meat on their bones. The cold weather is not far away. The barnyard thermometer registered 38F. two mornings ago. I'm still doing chores in shorts and tee shirts. What bliss! I'm not looking forward to dragging hoses around. Green grass and the pond provides the flock with all the water they need. When they are eating hay in the winter they are thirsty all the time. I've been busy making soap. Last night it was Cinnamon Leaf. The night before I made Clove soap. The flies fled the kitchen when I was cutting up the clove bars. Didn't realize clove was a bug repellent. Nice surprise. I have several totes on the machine. A hundred plus pounds of lovely colorful wool blends are waiting for me at the carding mill. It's a very busy time of year. I don't feel like I caught up from summer school. No vacation this year as spouse used up all his sick/vacation time recovering from the two foot surgeries and subsequent staph infection. The four days away in Maine last year will have to suffice. The picc line was removed and IV meds were discontinued on Monday. The surgeon says he's fine and all the numbers look good. He's back to his exciting job, meeting with our congressional representative to discuss energy issues, and travelling around the state teaching technical certification courses. I rush home to the farm every day and hike up to the top of the hill to let the dogs drink from the pond. Soon it will be covered with drifted snow. The forecast says early snow and a long, cold winter.