We’ve had snow since yesterday, so that means these photos are already out of date and I’ll have to get out there and take some new ones. Above, the neighbour’s farm seen from out in the stubblefield when Barney and I went for a walk, is now covered with white fluff. But here it is anyway. Farmbeau thinks all the snow’s going to melt. I don’t. It’s the end of October. It’s time it came and stayed. .

Barney and I are off to the doctor’s office this morning. Farmbeau thinks it’s time I had this cough looked at, since I’ve had it for six weeks. I'm taking his advice. And I want the doc’s opinion about Barney’s once-a-week horrible log, and his lack of olfactory sense. He claims he can smell nothing at all. Even when he’d come in after school when I was baking bread, and exclaimed “Ooh, bread!”, it was the heat that tipped him off, he said, not the smell. Poor bugger.

My first drive in snow each year is always a little nerve-wracking. Just the change, I guess, because I don’t lack confidence in my winter driving. Also, I have great luck. There are some kind of angels looking out for me on the roads. I’ve had several close calls in my lifetime.

Farmbeau and his dad are working at the dugout today. They have to take some kind of equipment out of it before it freezes in. Ah, but it made a pretty glass just a week ago at sunset.

Best away. Have to run into the other town first, in the other direction, where the library has gotten in a book I ordered. The Lovely Bones

When we get home, Barney will have to pull together his Halloween costume, which shouldn’t take long. His friend is going as a duck hunter, so Barney is going to wear a Daffy Duck mask and that’s it, he says. .

Gotta bolt.