Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Now We Are Farmers
The winter wheat is up! It's official! I would like a certificate of farmership, please! Somebody buy me a cow. Before I have one.
Our yard isn't full of spectacular colors like a lot of the yards around us; we don't have any amazing reds or oranges. But I love the November light in the late afternoon.
Before (as in yesterday):
And after (as of today):
Guess what? Neither of my children seemed to have noticed that my hair is five inches shorter and five shades darker than it was twenty-four hours ago. That's what I get for having sons.