The fall colours are out in variety and force, and as always seems to happen, the colour change is followed by strong sustained winds to knock off all the leaves, and make “fall” not a figure of speech. It’s no hurricane or anything but it’s a gusty evening.
The hens are behaving strangely, procrastinating about going in the coop.
And the guineas are electing to pile up on their skycoop rather than sit on the peak of the greenhouse tonight. The two chicks are doing well. Saw another bat too!
In the early morning when I first go in the greenhouse, sometimes there are the coolest patterns of moisture beaded on the plants.
On the tomatoes, pearls of water hang on the points of the leaves. Super cool!
The leaves are breathing.