Loners live on this land. Last spring, a yearling deer was born in the damp, brown-needled duff on the forest floor. Her mama taught her to survive on this acreage where there is food, water, and friendly humans. I frequently watched the pair from my living room window that first season, grazing grass in the yard.
Read MoreOctober is the busiest month of the year. Geese announce the coming change of season as the crops ripen - all at once. Fat tomatoes hang heavy on the vine, pleading for my attention. I will get to it one of these days. I feel like the squirrels corkscrewing up and down the fir trees frantically gathering goods that will get us through the winter.
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