Sad that my son just left for Minneapolis to catch his flight home to the Bay Area in California. His deer hunting trip did not produce a whitetail this year, as all he saw here at Rauhallinen Farm were doe. Seems like it has been an every other year success for him as last year he did very well. Miss him already, as it is now back to just Mr. B and I in this big old farmhouse.
Pulled in the patio furniture this morning when he came in from his blind and will try to get two acres of yard cut before it rains most of the week. Hoping to get out with the cameras between rain tomorrow for a nice bit of muted Fall colors. The smell of woodsmoke, birds at the feeders, and turning leaves say winter is on the doorstep.