Season's Turn

Today winter has definitely come as December has come full force into the air. The vineyards which surround us are no longer brilliant reds and yellows, but a crinkly brown which equals a hibernation I wish I could take. Butters is no longer sleeping on the ground but on top the goat table meatloafing like a feline. The ducks all waddle into one condo now no longer preferring separate lodging quarters. The garden is covered with a plastic sheath to ward off the frost which threatens our tender greens No! Mister Frost that arugula is mine! I'm wearing sweaters, the dogs are wearing sweaters and the chickens are lucky I don't make a few for them. Hello December, you have come in with a bang!