Saturday was downright balmy.
For much of the day, I worked in shirtsleeves.
Shirtsleeves!
Saturday night the temperature plummeted again.
Sunday morning was nose-bitingly cold,
but sunny and still.
Very pleasant. Very beautiful.
I took these pictures en route to the barn.
As the rising sun reached each plant, the frost melted.
Plants two feet apart looked completely different.
I had to work fast.
This meant chores were postponed for ten minutes.
Background music for these images was provided by
a cacophony of outraged goatsong,
courtesy of the Cloud Harvest gang.
I will not be uploading the audio.
You're welcome.
The shrill voices of Tansy and Fern rose above the entire herd.
Ceaselessly.
Shriekingly.
You would not believe how indignant two tiny goats can be.
As if those two fuzzy little pudgeballs are lacking for grub!
I think they didn't want to set a precedent.
"Photography before breakfast?
Not on our watch!"
And now November ends as a new week begins.
And it's time to head for the barn.
I hope you have a wonder-full Monday.
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