Fall in the Sandhills

By Jennifer Burtwistle 
Published on October 31, 2008
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October 25, 2008

It was a glorious fall day here today – trees and meadow grasses yellow and rust-colored against the clear blue sky, with gentle breezes and the temperature around 65o. Several small formations of high-flying Sandhill Cranes were heading south overhead, a sure sign of the approaching cold front forecast for tomorrow evening. On this morning’s two mile walk down our gravel road, we were accompanied by our three cattle dogs and seven of the barn cats.

A short while ago, we finished digging the potatoes, collecting the remaining dry beans, and removing the homemade tomato cages from the garden. Aside from the impending freeze, we needed to finish up in the garden so we could turn the bulls into the area. One pesky fence-jumping bull had already ventured into the garden, giving the kohlrabi haircuts, and chomping small heads of cabbage in half as he grazed through. It was, however, amusing to note the evidence of the effects of these cruciferous vegetables on his digestive system.

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