We need to bring in more wood. I shall find some more kindling. Empty the ash into the compost. A wood fire is far more warming than the furnace. And delightful as well.
The grandfather clock chimes and the morning is still. Blue jays call in the distance. Steam rises from my coffee cup as my husband sips his beside me. A quiet Sunday morning save for sounds of the homestead.
Blur….upp, the sound the honey wine makes while fermenting.
The busy whir of the sewing machine as I work on Yuletide gifts.
Gentle snoring from the farm dog who reclines comfortably on the sofa after a cool night outdoors keeping watch over the urban farm. He loves his work and does it well, coming in to rest then opting to go outside again late morning.
This life, this home, it balms, sweetens, and simplifies. This homestead life.
Root vegetables- sunchokes, parsnips, and potatoes- harvested from the garden beds will be roasted for brunch alongside fresh eggs from the coop.
The chickens dig around in the leaves and the golden light of autumn cascades over the sleeping beds. I jot down ideas for a preservation garden. I will need more fencing.
Dreams, and the gentle lilt of every day life pervades me and I smile, and take another sip.
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A good dog is the most important part.
He never stops barking (a post for next week), but he is a very good boy!