Work has taken up most of the time. Of course, with cooler weather (and really bad weather coming), days off have been filled with cutting and hauling wood and buying and hauling hay for the goats. Throw in a few appointments, flat tires and dead batteries and you can start to see why I haven't been writing. It is amazing that I have been able to spend even a little time (not nearly enough) with Anna. Somehow, I have also managed to squeeze in some tilling of the garden, though only a little at a time and not quite finished.
Also, the Thanksgiving holiday fell within this time frame. No, I didn't get to spend Thanksgiving with Anna, or my (now grown up) children. There was no time for smoking the turkey and brisket or making pies. I didn't get to spend the day hunting either, though I did end up wasting part of one day off searching my property for a deer that was wounded by a careless hunter on adjoining property.
I spent thanksgiving day and the day after with co-workers, preparing for the "black Friday" sale (in this case called the "blitz" because it actually starts on Thanksgiving day). In all fairness, my employer DID supply a nice meal for us on Thanksgiving and the two days following, but it just wasn't the same as having it with family.
Now, Thanksgiving and black Friday are over and work has shifted to the Christmas commercialization season. It is a shame people can't focus on what these holidays realty represent instead of just making and spending money.
Here on the farm, l the focus has shifted toward preparing for winter weather. With the forecast calling for single digit temperatures and a good accumulation of ice, sleet and/or snow, there are plants and small trees to protect and animals to provide extra hay and windbreaks for. This is also part of the reason I have been pushing to finish tilling the garden before the snow and freezing weather.
We will soon see if the forecast is correct or not. Either way, like it or not, it is now winter.
UPDATE: I drafted this post last night (Wednesday) but didn't get it posted. Now it is Thursday night and the garden (and everything else) is covered with a mix of ice, sleet and