Yes…it’s finally here. I know fall officially started about a week ago, while it was still September, but for me, today is the first day of fall. October 1st. Or as we call it around here—Blogtober.
I had big plans for this day. Plans that didn’t involve rain. But as they say, the best laid plans often get rained out. Or maybe they don’t say that, exactly, but that’s what happened. There was no hay run to decorate the front porch. No stringing scary webs across the porch. No awesome scarecrow in the front yard. Nothing.
Oh wait…there was a pumpkin. One measly little pumpkin from the grocery store. It was just too wet for the pumpkin patch, but there was no way I was going to let October 1st go by without at least getting a pumpkin. And a big bag of apples. Because nothing says fall like pumpkins and fresh apples. And scary decorations, but, like I said…that was a bust.
I guess the outdoor decorating will have to wait until at least tomorrow. Hopefully the rain will let up by then. At least the ducks are enjoying it. I watched them prance around in the mud for hours, whispering to each other and laughing, like crazy ducks do. I wonder what they’ll think of the life-sized skeleton I have for the front porch. I wonder if the chickens will perch on my hay bales. Or if they’ll try to sit on the pumpkin like a giant egg. I guess we’ll see in a few days.
This whole living on a farm thing just got more interesting.
Until the next time…I’ll be waiting out the rain.