Dispatch from the Rural Front Fall 2015
The leaves have fallen and the geese are moving south. Sunlight is slanted now, a bit harsher on the eyes. It is incredible how much the sun's trajectory moves throughout the year. We now have a large object in which to fix it's path across the sky - our house and barn. We have many large windows in the house - there's not a bad view from any of them, and sunlight streams in all day. We're going to need it as we settle in for what will most likely be another long, cold winter.
It is incredible to me how the animals respond to the changing seasons. I do not know whether they are conscious of it or not, but the rabbits eat more voraciously this time of year, as if they cannot ingest enough. Their coats have become thicker and longer, preparing for the freezing temperatures ahead. We hear the coyotes celebrating their kills in the evening, their cries echoing and bouncing off the hills like sirens. The hair on the back of our necks stands up when we hear their war whoops encircling the farm. Neither we nor the dogs like it one bit. We spied a VERY large bobcat a couple of Saturdays ago. He or she was sauntering across the back of the house, way too close to the patio for comfort.
We are prepared for the greyness to creep in and the cold to settle in our bones. We shall steel ourselves to it, as Northerners always do. We will huddle around the fire and sip our ales and think fondly of the warm days we left behind. The hospitable company of our good friends and neighbors shall warm us on the coldest of nights.
Winter is coming.