Fall on the Farm
Yet, the weather warmed up a little. And even though my head still feels like I'm living underwater, if I can work I can play right? So, we had our first bonfire on the farm. A group of teens from a camp I work at during the summer (and during the year when there is no class) came up and we had devotions around a fire. It was nice singing songs and spending time together.
During some of our cool nights, the two of us roasted marshmallows, ate smores, and watched the sparks fly. It was kind of romantic. Walter also taught me how to shoot a rifle and a handgun. When I blew the cap off a buttermilk bottle we were using as a target, he looked at me and told me, "If we're ever in a zombie apocalypse, I wanna be on your team." Oddly, I found that sweet and possibly even more romantic than sitting around the fire together. This can only mean two things: 1. I've been watching too much Walking Dead. and 2. I'm becoming more of a redneck each and every day.
Through all of our "adventures" I would look around and wonder, "Are the leaves ever going to change colors? Are we ever going to see visual proof of fall?" I was very curious to see the colors our new landscape could conjure up. And much to my disappointment, I hadn't seen any. Last week, I looked out my window and saw all the colors I had been waiting so (un)patiently to see.
As far as construction goes, Walter has cleared lots of brush and made lots of brush fires. We had someone cut our hay for us and that cleared much of our land. We've also finally drawn up plans for our renovation! It's a much longer process than I ever imagined. And honestly, I had no clue what we were getting into, but I
|The tractor that cut our hay. I want one just like it.|