The Mountain That Changes Colors

This past weekend, we drove out to the farm later than we normally do.

We spent the first half of the day buying new shrubs and landscaping for the front of our townhouse, with PJ getting the itch to completely redo everything. We’ve been in our house over five years, and he felt like starting over fresh and using much more minimal and easier-to-keep-up with plants. It looks so good, like we just moved in again. Such nice switch up to welcome in the fall season with.

After that, we headed out to the farm later in the afternoon. We ended up staying a while, touring Holiday House for the 1000th time and picturing how we want to decorate it, feeding the animals, chasing the mini pigs, etc. Addie, our little girl pup, followed us on our walk to the top of the hill that overlooks the entire farm, jumping in our laps and licking our face. It always feels so good to have new life on the farm (we’re about to have piglets again most likely this week!).

By the time we knew it, the sun was setting and the wind chill was nipping at our faces. The mountain that is always watching over us suddenly started changing colors before our eyes: reds, yellows, golden browns and oranges. It looked like something out of a dream and for a second (or two) I couldn’t believe that we get to call this place ours.