I drove to the dairy in the deep fog.
I could barely see the road as I pulled in and sleepy eyed trudged to the office.
A few of the girls had slept in this morning and needed a little nudge to remind them to go and milk.
I'm glad they don't put up as much of a fight as me to get out of bed.
Several of them were milling around already nibbling on a bit of breakfast.
A bit of blue sky began to show above the fog as the door screeched open and the feed truck made another grand entrance.
As the fog continued to lift, it revealed an ever glorious sight of dew dripping grass and cows slumbering on the hillside.
I don't think I'll ever forget how warm the sun felt this fall morning.
Every day since, the sun has shone a few minutes fewer, and the air has become a little bit chillier.
But I'll always appreciate Autumns delicate decent this year.
It has crept in slowly but surely.
I feel more prepared for the bite it will surely deliver in the days to come.
But for now, I gladly dress in layers and go where the day takes me.
Lately, I"ve been big into the wooly worm saving business.
They seem to get themselves into some sticky situations.
Don't worry, all have been re- homed to the great outdoors upon discovery.
I know, I can't believe I took those photos either ;)
I have gotten into a few sticky situations myself.
I sure am glad to see Miss 1968 back in the milking barn every morning.
And her wee bitty girl is proving to have a personality just like her mama.
I'm making some new friends, however they prefer for me to be on their level for the best conversation.
A few days have been long of course.
But there's always a reason to party.
And put on some dancin' shoes.
And selfie with you sis of course!
Oh what's that?
1611 says hi.
But even with all the beautiful fall sunshine,
there are always a few shadows lurking around.
One of the hardest things about being a dairy farmer is often
watching those sweet girls start to show their age.
Or find out that no matter how hard you try, sometimes you can't save them.
But I guess like the autumn trees know so well,
sometimes you have to shed what you cannot keep so there is room for the new.
So I'll raise a glass to the seasons bounty
and watch the glow once more.