This Week at Iten's Acres: Mid-November Musings November 14, 2015

A mid-November day at The Acres. Chilly but enjoyable. Planted a few seeds--if that's the proper term for sowing seeds. Filled the bird feeders that only get filled on the weekends. It gets dark too early now to do much once I get home from school. Walking in the twilight on week days is good though. Believe it or not a few flowers are still hanging on. Phlox under the eaves, liriope, hardy cyclamen, a few asters and even a small patch of goldenrod. Still have some mulching to do--well, lots of mulching to do. And clearing out beds and other areas. The "fun" work of late fall and winter. The pussy willow by the pond is getting ready to shake its fist in winter's face. Still a few gold fish enjoying the sunlight. They spread out all over the pond. I hope we get some more rain before winter's freeze. Just to make sure the pond is deep enough so the orange floaters can survive the frozen pond. Still two cats hanging around--both calico. One is older; one is just a kitten. They now come running whenever I leave out food--once I "go away," of course. Scaredy cats. The kitten and Homesteader exchange niceties at the frontdoorwindow. Who knows what they're plotting. Lots of birds feeding when the cats are elsewhere--sparrow of many kinds, goldfinch, snowbirds, cardinals, blue jays, chickadee, nuthatch, titmouse--even an occasional robin. Woodpeckers adorn the suet feeders. And it was a relatively calm day today. The last couple of days the wind was howling in the dead branches--though I actually love the moaning. There is never a time of the year when the serenity and beauty of The Acres is not good for my old soul. Thank You Lord for the beauty of the earth that you have allowed me to rest in (and Mom) these last few years. My soul rejoices in the quietness of Your artistry. Your still small voice whispers everywhere. Shhhh. Listen. Slow down. The Lord is at hand.