The swallows are starting to bunch up (they are always welcome here), a sign that we’ll wake up one day and they will just be gone.
The feel in the air has changed. It warm but it’s cool and the light is yellower. Fall, my used-to-be-favorite time of year: harvest bussyness and plentifulness, canning, excitement of school starting, bugs dying (yaah!).
Since we moved to the lease it means the job here ends the middle of Nov and winters are hungrier and usually mean a change in lifestyle along with the change to a different job. This lease job is seasonal, we’re only paid 7 months of the year and have to look for other work for 5. The house is free but we still have to pay utilities.
The older I get the more I dread being cold and hungry and then there are no cows on the lease around me either. Last winter I helped a purebred Red Angus breeder at calving time (Feb and March) and they were real good to me. I think I might do that again this winter. At least I still get to hang out around cows, maybe take my pup with me too.