About canning, hunting, and other aspects of life on a small-scale farm in North Carolina.
Monday, September 23, 2013
This is the time of year when it starts to get cool at night, and the dogs always manage to wedge themselves firmly into the middle of the bed during the night. This is how we woke up this morning, and yes - that's Maya taking up the bottom half of the bed. Jack and I wake up barely still on the bed, displaced by the dogs in the night.