Rainy evenings are the perfect time to curl up in front of the woodstove with a glass of wine and a cat. This is how we hunkered down for the epic storm that did not come two weeks ago, and this is often the reward at the end of a wet weekend day working around the homestead. In between October downpours, we planted garlic and mulched it in, and weeded and mulched half of the garden with leaves. Corey has all of our woodsheds filled and is getting some extra wood stacked and seasoning outside. There were also some regular homeowner responsibilities thrown in there too, like cleaning gutters and the chimney, and straightening up the garage. The new chicken coop plans are mostly drafted and we will break ground on that project as soon as things slow down a little. It's a good feeling getting these things buttoned down for the winter storms to come, and enjoy the shelter of our cozy farmhouse at the end of the day.
And while we're on the subject of shelter from the storm, how about Bob Dylan winning a Nobel Prize in Literature? I didn't really come to appreciate his music and lyrics until I was a young adult, and let's be honest, this may be because his voice took me a while to warm up to, but his words have meant a lot to me over the years. I think it's important that our concept of literature includes poetry that is recorded as music as well as written in books, so I am happy to see him being recognized for his contributions. If you ever need a really good soundtrack for curling up in front of a woodstove for the evening with a glass of wine and a cat, I could not recommend "Blood on the Tracks" highly enough.