the ridge
November 2, 2020
To me there is so much going on in this photo and I had to make it a black & white photo. The M peeking out from behind the shed, Sadie's grave, the bench were we sit on the ridge to watch a moonrise or sunset. And the brush and trees along the lane. We put Sadie's grave in a spot where when I'm washing dishes I can look at the flowers growing.
Coming home from the grocery store I went a different way home. Going to the grocery store is a 3 hour event or more if I have to stop at another place before coming home, so changing up my route to and from is a nice change of pace for me. I took the ridge way home and stopped to take a photo of our farm. This photo is actually zoomed in.
We had some really high winds a few days ago and most of the leaves had been blown off the trees, not all but most. It was so windy even the chickens didn't want to stay outside too long. Some folks around here don't like living on the ridge because it's so windy, I actually don't mind the wind.
To me living life on the ridge is just fine.