This is normally late October weather up here, but over the past few days, we've had gorgeously crisp early mornings. Snagging a 'Honeycrisp' apple on the way out for the morning packwalk when it's a dewy 45 degrees out must be one of the greatest, yet simplest, joys in life, right up there with sharing the morning with your husband of 31 years and a pack of goofball dogs. That first bite of cold, sweet and juicy apple, freshly picked off the tree - nothing can compare.
And now the rains have arrived, as I said, over a month early, but hey - we're not complaining! Yet. The pastures have a haze of green, the cows are clean again, all the dust of the summer is washed off and the pure sound of the wind thru the Doug firs and water dripping down the rainchain are more than welcome right now