Lately the delightful (and fleeting) fall weather we've been having lately has encouraged us to get out and make memories. I should have named my blog something to do with farming and memories~ because, living on a small scale farm, most of my photography is centered around some kind of farmy backround, and because this blog is centered around my memories that I make every day.:) But I do like my blog title. Because I do use it very much like a journal, as I guess people can see.:)
Lately I've been finding out the delights of vintage graphics, which can make ordinary digital scrapbooking come alive.:) Does anyone else have an interest in that? If you have any tips on that, I'd be delighted to know your secrets.:)
Right now we all have colds.:( Not very pleasant. But the kids still get out very day and enjoy the weather. Oh, and bow season opened on Saturday! Yes, the men in our family were chomping at the bit the night before, sitting around the kitchen table priming up their arrows and discussing which stand was the best situated. They're hunting both deer and bear this year, and Mama has declared that if a bear is shot she wants a bear skin rug. They haven't brought home any trophies yet, but they did see one bear on Saturday. One of the things about living in rugged farm country with lots of forests and ridges mixed in is that you can literally hunt in your back yard.
We've been bringing in the harvest too.:)
I only wish our squash garden did this well. . . we got these from a farm that always seems to offer the best produce and they were delicious!
And enjoying the gorgeous fall colors, too.:)
I think they were playing a game on the barn roof or something.
And no, we weren't the ones who painted the fence the patriotical colors...
The boys were noticing that there is snow on the ski hights already!
And it's only the second week of October...
The creature sitting on the corrall fence is the little's scarecrow. Don't you just love kids' creations? And how mommies love their kids' scarecrow made out of a tarp, old hay, and a much battered cowboy hat a hundred times better than a fine specimin that might be featured in Country magazine, simply because their little girl or boy made it?
Matthew had made a big leaf pile next to the corrall fence, which I think he was hoping to keep, but then the puppy ran down to the barn and dove headfirst into it, Joy Joy jumped in to get her, and then everyone sorta followed suit.:)
That's all for this minute, but hoping you all are having a wonderful fall, and having some wonderful memory making!