It was a beautiful fall morning, cloudy, then rainy; I loved the mist on the hills. I’m giving up naked photo taking; the Amish bought the property across the road and often came walking in the morning. I don’t want to scare or shock anybody. I ordered a new flannel bathrobe online, and it’s coming in a couple of days. I’ll keep it hanging downstairs for when I rush outside to catch the sun. An era ends, I guess. It was undoubtedly a bracing way to start the day.

The big news (photos later) is that the Adirondack Seafood Company sold lobster rolls at the Farmer’s Market, my all-time favorite food, thanks to Casey.  I hope they come all year. I bought two and some shrimp; we’re eating them for lunch. The local farmer’s market is rolling. Cindy, our friend, the Crazy Goat Lady, is having an open house at her farm on Saturday. We’re going.

I have some lovely photos from the market I’ll put up later. The market is taking off; it’s cold and wet, but the indoor market was jammed—lots of new and exciting food, wool, scones, and caps. More later.

(Above photo: Maria kissing Asher. I’ve never kissed a sheep, but I often kiss donkeys on the nose.)

The mist on the Green Mountains is lovely.

Zip came over to say hello; he was startled by my bathrobe but got over it. Maria kissed him on the nose.

The sky suddenly turned dark, the sun vanished, and the rain began. It was beautiful.

The sun was out for a few minutes, and Maria, the dogs, and some sheep kept her company.

Hens In The Rain. In bad weather, they huddle up (under the bird feeder.)

Maria calls it Blue Baling Twine art; she adds twine to the piece daily. She has always been an artist, morning, noon, and night. I asked her if she minded shoveling manure in the morning. “I love it,” she said. She was meant to live on a farm with animals.