Friday, February 17, 2012

One More Evening Up At The Farm

What a Monday it had been up at the farm. If you've followed my recent posts, you know that I'd taken a driving tour of the hamlets of Brookdale and Raymondville. I'd shopped at Wal-Mart and taken photos of the Massena Museum. I'd explored Wilber's Hardware store and the Hopkinton/Fort Jackson Cemetery. I taken the four youngest dogs for a small hike across my south hay field and into the adjoining woods. But it'd begun raining and turned dark. The time had come to get comfortable for the night in my little farm apartment. The first order of business was feeding the dogs. They never fight and giant Seamus politely waits his turn:

With their bellies full, my dogs stretched out to digest their dinner in peace:

Everyone got comfy while I began preparing my own dinner:

Little Clover watched me earnestly, no doubt hoping I'd drop a bit of food:

This is one of the very few photos I have which includes all six dogs. It's interesting to note that Wally was facing the wrong way. He's almost blind, so I suppose it didn't matter much to him which way he was facing:

Night falls quickly up there on the northern plains, especially in wintertime. My dinner was over and with no TV or computer, I did crossword puzzles and listened to Public Radio, both Canadian and NPR. I'd also brought several books along with me and before long began reading them in bed. I sleep deeply up at the farm. When the sky is not cloudy, I can see the Milky Way from my bed by glancing out the windows. Life seems charmed at those times. So my Monday at the farm was coming to an end:

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