The weather is chilly, the leaves are off the trees and lie scattered on the ground. The days are getting shorter. I closed the barn windows that are the doors for the summer barn swallows who are long gone by now.
Here are a few images of the farm yard including my buddy, Mot. I have begun to adore this guy with lopped off ears. He seriously follows me around like a canine creature. He still has his catness about him, but is so devoted to me.
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Mot is following me to the cabin for food and comfiness.
here he comes.
Mot takes his time to round the corner.
i love the way this weedy vine turns red.
the outhouse is the most amazing little building.
looking north toward the city.
The pear tree, at rest after it's bountiful offerings.
