Looking across the freshly harvested wheat field from my favorite riding spot.
The drive between our house and my mother-in-law's. It was taken the same week as the one above.
I was away for a week in Spain and returned on the most beautiful Sunday evening. After I arrived we hurried out for a walk before sunset.
The sidewalk in London.
Our garden shed, covered in red grape vines. This shed would be a perfect guest room - it has a fireplace and room for a bathroom. My husband puts his foot down though - he thinks its pretentious to gentrify every building in the farmyard. I'm working on him....
Our cottage, settling down into winter.
The beautiful circle of trees Christopher's father planted the year he died, 36 years ago.
The bright colors in our local village remind me of New England where I spent three years in boarding school as a teenager.
This stable yard belongs to friends in a nearby village. I love how cheerful the flowers make it look, considering it's late October. I must plant some like this in our yard.
Zach playing in the leaves.
The new crop poked through the ground last week, giving the farm a final layer of life before the winter gloom.
The kids' treehouse. We built it last summer but have yet to finish the inside. Any ideas? I love the idea of putting little bunk beds in there but not sure the kids would be brave enough to make it through the night.
Sunset at 4:15pm. Apparently by December it's dark at 3:30pm. Yikes.
The first frost.