Guest Author: Grace

Today’s Walk with Me Wednesday was walked and photographed by my 11 yr. old niece.  She’s visiting this week and has made more than one trip down to the mailbox for me.

   

Aunt Judy got this fleece at

the fair last Sunday. The sheep’s name was Louisa. 
(Thought you might be interested in knowing that Louisa is from the same farm that Bess came from.  Another Romney / Border Leicester cross, her fleece is thankfully , much smaller. In keeping with the rest of the flock, the sheep are named for President’s wives.)

Two years ago Judy and I got the face and put it up when no one else was around to see if anyone would notice it or get scared.  Don’t you think it looks spooky?
(took days..)

This rock reminded me of Judy’s special rock.
(Rock love runs in this family.. luckily.)

When I saw this picture, I thought of how beautiful Vermont’s mountains are. 

(what can I say to that?

This cloud reminds me of my best friend, an elephant, which is her favorite animal.

This is one of Judy’s "famous" stacks of rocks.

It is always fun to see my landscape through new eyes.

A trip to the garden begins here, at the barn. 

Everything is late this year.  There has been so much rain.  Everywhere is green.  The blackberries should be starting. Time to check.  The weather has cleared and with the nights cooling down, it may be now or never.  It would be nice to find enough for breakfast.   The best  berry patch is on the far side of the field, through the Christmas trees and beyond to the edge of the clearing. 

This is about the area where I begin to sing.  Anything.  It is good to let the other berry lovers know I’m coming.

   

I zig zag my way through the field.  Row crosses row.  Sing…. sing!

I’m not the first.  She can have that one.

I pick better than a quart, munching as I work.  This is the way I like them best, warm from the sun and sweet.   Most of the berries are still green.  Another day’s berries.  I head for home. 

The field across the road is golden in the sunlight.  The season has moved on.  Funny how it happens.  Almost overnight.

I’ve hit the section of the Mystery Stole that I can describe only as the doldrums.  Over and over.   I’m slogging my way through to Clue 5… falling weeks behind.