September has come and gone, without a lot of input on my part. Donna Marie wrote this week and encouraged me to pick up the camera.  I am trying here and there.  First thing was to dig out what was in there before I got sick.  It was our last walk a month ago. 

When last I checked around the village, they were haying…

The sheep next door were getting wooly and their pen is growing up again.

The cows had moved to the north end of the village.

The apples were ripening.

and my breath was taken away by the setting sun shining on my kids…

My husband tells me the weather is supposed to change this week.   It seems this may have been the end of Indian Summer. If so I am glad I caught a bit of it.