Fall Falling Leaves Moon
Raspberries ripe, canes bending. Last of the collard greens, the sweet inner leaves. A few beets, a few carrots. With the exception of the raspberries and the leeks the garden is now harvested. Our final harvest almost complete.
Built a fire, burning whole logs about 2.5 feet long and thick as a tree trunk. Wrangled the bent up aluminum siding away from the honey house. Rigel went through it on her way to the wee rabbits who live under the honey house.
(Rigel, happy after another task completed.)
Anne took down the electric fence, put up to deter Rigel. Tomorrow Dehn’s landscaping will fill in the holes Rigel began, then manipulated her sister to help go deeper. A lot of this work comes down to the eagerness with which Rigel applies herself to what she sees as her doggy duty. Find things underground. Jump the fence in pursuit of prey. Move anything else that gets in the way. You have to admire her doggedness. Ha. But the results? Not so much.
A perfect cool blue day.
