The time has come for the turkeys to be slaughtered, the last of everything from the fields to come in to be stored, not much of the produce is going to be able to stand these frosty nights, and the leaves have turned to their last hues of the season.
It’s also the time for the interns to migrate. Sam and I took in one of the last warm days of October with some classic Maine scenery.
My plans to spend the winter of the farm didn’t work out, so alas, I had to pack my bags as well and find a new dwelling. I have arrived in Boston for the next adventure. We shall see what happens.