Post Harvest

This year's harvest was done October 6. That has never happened in all of my husband's years growing up and working on a farm.  Unbelievable. Now that the harvest is over, he is preparing for next year's harvest. Leaves are falling. And children are growing.

We were blessed to have extra children for a week. Laura, finally a big sister, recruited help building the walls of her fort.

The Big Guy went bow hunting morning and evening. I grew up in Wyoming eating everything from venison to antelope, elk, buffalo and an occasional moose (some are more enjoyable than others). 

David and, as the littlest one said, "Goover" (Hoover).

While I was out that dark, rainy morning, I stuck my head in the barn to capture pictures of domesticated food--just for you.

The rooster sleeps alone, the rooster sleeps alone, hi-ho, the derry-oh, the rooster sleeps alone.

The big cows--one is missing.  Hmmm.

Why don't the chickens sleep in the hen house?  Perhaps it has something to do with the mink that ate their friends last winter...

The little cows sleeping together in their stall.

On rare nights of the week (when we do not have cross country meets, church activities or other functions) we enjoy at night at home. Unlike many families in America, our only television station is the Public Broadcasting Network. We do subscribe to Netflix, that way we can watch what we want to and leave the rest. We also spend time practicing and writing music, reading and writing books, cooking and baking, drawing pictures, crocheting, knitting and playing games.

Laura  practicing on her keyboard in the parlor.

Rachael doing homework at the kitchen table.

Grace picked pears from Mrs. Hawley's and made pear tarts.