We interrupt this tour of Paris to take a peek around this neck of the woods. I couldn't help myself. We did another Moira and Mom project:

I love fall best of all. Rainy fall even better.  Call me crazy. I grew up in a climate similar to this and adore the way the overcast sky pops the earthy colors down below and how the misty rain leaves everything emerald green and smelling delicious. 

This little green woodpecker (yes?) paid us a visit early morning.  The boys were the first to notice and quickly called me to window. 

The neighbors still don't know what to make of me.  There is that American lady in the monster vehicle talking to the sheep again.  Though this time it was Moira hanging out of the passenger side. 

If it has peeling paint I probably will be completely unable to pass by. I just can't. I have been known to need a nudge to move on. The textures of this place amaze me. 

I visit the calves too.  But we can chat at greater length because they live on the other side of my fence. 

The gardens are nearly bare now.  This was the last of the villager's cabbages right before the first frost. 

A neighboring village spring.  Seems everyplace has one though they are largely ornamental these days, the old original wells having been capped. I am glad they kept them however.  The one nearest to us has koi swimming inside today. 

I promise you Paris by night very soon.