
Supper in the Succah






My plan (although J told me it wouldn’t work) was to separate Father Tufty from the old ewes by building a strong, high fence. I wanted the girls to stop having lambs and enjoy a quiet retirement




Seen from an upstairs window an hour ago




The flowers are putting on a final show before the first frosts curb their brilliance








I’ll store them and soak them before sowing next year







