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I find the subdued nature of November very appealing. The farm is more or less put to bed for the year, there’s a chill in the air, and I can putter about inside without feeling guilty about neglecting things outside. This year, not so much. Unseasonably mild weather meant that the pond continued to lose rather than gain water. And it was warm enough that I felt obligated to get ahead on several neglected outdoor chores, but really, my heart wasn’t in it. I would much rather be spending late afternoons in the library in front of the fire watching the sun slowly set. I guess that will have to wait for future me to enjoy. Instead, I built a pheasant run to allow the peafowl and blue eared pheasants a chance to slowly transition to being free range full time. I also cleared the stream bed feeding the pond, planted 500 daffodil bulbs, and cleared 3 brush piles worth of branches and debris in the pastures. In short, I was productive. Part of that productivity was to mask/take advantage of a serious lull in real estate. I couldn’t shake a gnawing sense of dread that lean times are ahead. I hope I’m wrong, but having been poor before, I’ve gotten very nervous about spending money finishing the house when there’s no income coming in. So while the carpenters sawed and hammered and the green bedroom was slowly taking shape, the sense of satisfaction that gave was very much tempered by the knowledge that crown molding is not going to pay the mortgage.
December
Outro/Coda/Rant