A hard frost, hurrying to dig the last of the potatoes. Bringing in the squash.
Always a moment with my camera, noticing every little change in a way I never have before.
Each season is brand new with an eye that has become enraptured with the thrill
of catching that soul satisfying shot.
It's chicken soup time, with chickens we raised ourselves, potatoes and carrots grown right here on our land, and made with loving hands to warm us right through.
And still the sun shines on.
I can feel winter approaching and I bet it's going to sneak up and pounce!
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