Down on the The Farm

Recently spent some of the few final fleeting days of fall at The Farm, enjoying my uncle's company and the usual nostalgia and general atmosphere of the Cole family homestead. Alliteration notwithstanding, it was a much-needed break from reality and a long overdue sojourn to ancestral lands.

Spectacular autumnal weather led to some long and cathartic hours back in the woods and roaming the property. It's a shame I don't get there more, but it's a long ways away. Even had a splendid "boil up" at the back corner of the property, basically started a fire in a bucket, made some tea, then grilled some homemade patties. Roughing it, to be sure, but darned tasty.

Never the same without my grandmother there, but still good for the soul.

The "hill field" halfway back the lane

The woods at the back of the farm

BBQ in a bucket - safety first!

Tea for Two

The long shadows of late afternoon