The Bag Lady spent the day dealing with beets. Her hands are now a lovely shade of brown. (Who knew orange and red made brown?)
She goes back to work today, then goes to the store for a little training session on running the cash register. It's been a few years since she ran one, and although she's pretty sure the principal is the same, every till operates in a slightly different way, so she thought she had better get acquainted with it before she starts working at the store next week.
The weather has been decidedly autumnal, and she is glad that she and the Rancher decided to pick the tomatoes. They are all in a box in a cool part of her house, starting to ripen. She is looking forward to her first taste of homegrown tomato. Soon.
There was a nasty wind blowing in her neighbourhood last week, and she went for a walk with the Princess the other night to discover that, along with a few trees in the yard, the wind had also taken down one of the sentinels out in the pasture.
It looks rather sad lying there, doesn't it?
It had been used for many years as a scratching post by numerous cows, as well as a perch and resting spot for many a raven and even the occasional bald eagle. It will end it's life by providing warmth for the Bag Lady and the Rancher this winter in their wood stove.
It's twin still stands in the next pasture over, but it too will one day succumb to a strong wind. For now, though, it will still provide a convenient scratch for an inconvenient itch, and a spot for a raven or hawk, or even an eagle to rest and survey their surroundings, searching for their next meal.
Rest easy, old friend, your job here is almost done.