It was, as I have said, a fine autumnal day; the sky was clear and serene, and nature wore that rich and golden livery which we always associate with the idea of abundance. The forests had put on their sober brown and yellow, while some trees of the tenderer kind had been nipped by the frosts into brilliant dyes of orange, purple, and scarlet.... As Ichabod jogged slowly on his way, his eye... ranged with delight over the treasures of jolly autumn. ~Washington Irving, "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow"
Monday, July 7, 2008
We were thinking that we should put some music on and do some dancing here before the goats sleep in it. A few strings of lights, after the sun goes down, and a glass of Merlot. Yea!
But, the reality is that we're both so tired at the end of the day that we haven't yet gone back out there and "cut the rug" That expression is for the over 60 folks. (That's different than "cut the cheese" young'uns: you need to know these things.) Anyway, I think it would be fun to turn on the radio and dance out there after dark. Nobody is going to complain about the noise; not with a buffer zone of 42 acres. The animals might get a bit confused but, knowing the goats, they'll probably join us.