First Aroma
It was one week ago that I wrote about the waning days of summer and my noticing colored leaves in our grass beneath the tree that always turns early. Now, on the last day of August, it’s probably right on schedule that I noticed my first scent of dry leaves in our woods.
It doesn’t even look like there are enough leaves on the ground to be noticeable, but the smell is there.
I was doing some forest bathing with Delilah and breathing in the aroma as we walked the trail. It made me think of September, and then I realized that the month begins tomorrow.
The smell may not be early, but it seems like it is.
Last night was a gorgeous summer evening with a perfect temperature and fabulous sky when Delilah and I headed out later in the evening to tuck the chickens in their coop for the night. The horses had wandered through the open gate out onto the grass of the middle pasture again, and the scene was a perfect picture-postcard moment.
In sharp contrast to the travails of so many other people and places in the world, the sanctuary of our property is quite the healing balm for whatever assails my being.
The aroma of fallen leaves comes as a particularly precious added bonus.
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Speaking of chickens: any more eggs or just the one reported?
obsidcomm
August 31, 2017 at 11:19 am
Why, yes! I’ve been negligent in reporting, obviously. We think there is still one bird who hasn’t mastered the art, but we are regularly getting two eggs a day now. They tend to wander back to the coop mid-morning to lay, as we’ve surprised them in action a couple of times while checking.
Yesterday Cyndie cracked one to find double yolks. Is that part of their bodies figuring things out? I don’t know. We found a mess of yellow on the poop board one time and surmised it might have been the makings of an egg that had yet to develop the shell.
johnwhays
August 31, 2017 at 11:34 am