We’ve named our homestead Littleleaf, come visit. Raspberries grow through the chilly autumn nights.
We bought chickens from a man named Dan; we haven’t named them yet. I visit them every day and hold each one for a couple of minutes. They don’t love me yet, but soon.
Last Sunday, we celebrated. We bought our first farm animals, and before that, we planted the greenhouse full of food. I harvested all the cherry tomatoes, which are still coming.
Homestead in the background, man in the foreground.
The day was warm. We inspected tools in the barn. Well, Misha did.
The sun sets earlier every day. The trees are the color of our chickens.
All photos by Misha. See more.