Went to Picadilly Farm for our pick-up today. A killing frost two weeks ago really changed the terrain.
No more flowers.
The sweet Italian peppers were gathered in the barn waiting to be send to their respective drop-off sites.
Lily pulled up a chunky carrot from the soft soil.
The rooster was cock-a-doodle-dooing the entire time. Such a pleasing sound, deeply ingrained as satisfying in the agrarian recess of my brain. It makes me feels calm and happy (but probably wouldn't if I was sleeping!) The rooster's comb glowed in the afternoon's setting sun. It's dark so early now!
So funny! We were there today, too...and oooohh'd and aaaahh'd over the peppers, visited the chickens, (Sam went BISERK when the rooster cock-a-doodle-doo'd!) and then plucked a carrot from the ground on our way out. I wish we had seen you there; so neat to really have the exact same experience, at different times! Thanks for sharing!
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