It’s this time of year that Nick starts referring to our acreage as “the farm”, when in fact… we don’t farm. Nor do we own any farming land. We only own our wee morsel (5 acres) of land amongst all the fields of soybeans and corn. I like to call it “an acreage”. He also starts dreaming of combines and grain bins. This is the view from our front porch… harvest in full swing.
I found this little friend on our screen the other day. “Hello little praying mantis. Say a prayer for me to lose these last 15 pounds.”
Two of our five acres used to be baled by our neighbor, but last year we planted trees… so now it’s just an overgrown field. I like to call it a PRAIRIE. But anyway… way back when Tim and Carrie were living with us, Nick would mow around the perimeter of our property, and the four of us (along with four high strung dogs) would go for evening walks on our “nature trail”. Well, now that Tim and Carrie live on their own spacious acreage, Tim’s been mowing a nature trail as well, and his is more windy. So Nick rolled with that, and mowed an especially maze-like twisty turny nature trail that Nick and I and the girls (in the Bjorns) walk every evening while the sun is setting. It’s really great family time, and the girls love to get fresh air.
And today, I started walking the trail with each girl (while the other sleeps) to get some one-on-one bonding time, and increase my physical activity! I totally love it! This pic is the trail coming up the opposite side of our house.
While I was out with Adelyn and my camera this morning, I snapped this photo of my flower bed. Lovely, right? I haven’t pulled a single weed this summer. It was more than I could commit to, being due on August 11 with twins and all.
And here’s my thriving vegetable garden. What? You can’t see it? It’s RIGHT THERE.
And I know I’ve mentioned this before, but… behold our vast wasteland of asphalt, covering at least one solid acre of our beloved land. It’s a thorn in our side, and we’ve been throwing around ideas for how we could have it removed… or buried. It’s extremely ugly.
But it does have some redeeming qualities. These little wildflowers are growing up through the cracks all over the expanse of the asphalt. Kinda pretty if you’re looking close enough.
I love this time of year… having bonfires, wearing socks, watching football, the smell of burning leaves, crockpot meals, hoodies, and pumpkin spice lattes.
What’s your favorite thing about fall?