Life

So this happened. 

Ugh. The mild fall had convinced us winter may slip by undetected. But plain as day, snowflakes were flying last night. A fitting end to a stressful week. As we enter the season of chaos- ie prepping the farm for winter, holiday office Rush, school finals, meetings upon meetings, breeding goats, unpacking, rearranging things, thanksgiving, Christmas, work parties galore - life happens. 

A fabulous deal on stone moved up our plans to start renovating the kitchen so we found ourselves demolishing things, creating messes in the areas we had just sorted. We adore the new countertops, a huge improvement for sure. But now the rush is on to install backsplash, tile, lighting, etc in time for the holidays. No, it's not "necessary" to have it done but I'm fixated on it now. We know how that usually ends. 

Rog's faithful truck picked a perfect time to putter out. In the interest of safety for his much longer commute and with the time crunch of winter fast approaching, we got him a new one. I haven't seen him much since then, I think he's standing by it again...

Things are coming together outside, just finished more painting inside. We have a month of concrete work, fencing, building and more rearranging ahead of us. The darkness at 5pm, however, really convinces us that a better option is sitting on the couch eating carbs. 

Luna and Rosie, our hairless-breed family pets are settling into hibernation mode, I have to search out their sweaters soon. 

The corn is down from the surrounding fields. Much like our Adario house, we still live in a flat barren wind tunnel. The goats are enjoying chasing all of the stray corn husks and cobs, Blessing hollers at them, just in case. 

Rosie is learning about the joys of fire. All winter she searches for a hoodie to crawl into, a throw to burrow under or a lap to claim. A favorite spot of hers has been on top of the TV, where all of the heat is released from the vents, until now. Now, she is enamored with the fireplace. So much so that our dark brown furniture is dotted with tiny ashy footprints from the hearth whenever she is left unsupervised. 

Wondering how to get in there...

She rotates frequently so she doesn't have a "chilled" side.

Around and around again, purring the whole time. We're going to need more wood. . .