October 22, 2012
As we worked putting up temporary fence around the hay fields, it is apparent fall now owns the valley landscape. First snow has fallen on the foothills to the west. Wind blows steady from the west. Sun glitters leaf edge—alfalfa, grass, and neighbors dry corn stalk.
Pulling wire and driving posts this time of year is a gift. The fall wind hasn’t blown so long and hard that it tiring and obnoxious. Instead, it heightens awareness allowing for considerations easily walked by otherwise. Mixed with sun and fall smells, the wind whispers the fence from chore of metal upon metal to plate rim.
In the next day or so, most of the fall fencing will be done and the field transforms from hay to a large vegetarian supper plate. A time of rejoicing. Animals have an abundance of feed and we have the freedom of not feeding every morning and evening throughout most of the winter. Such rejoicing lived time and again when wind and cold push temperatures into the single digits—or worse—and animals feed while we watch from the warmth of house.