We woke this morning to the sound of hunters deep in the woods. Too far to be on our land, but still a reminder: take care. Saturdays the woods are full of hunters. For breakfast I made toast from last weeks raisin bread, with apples and cheddar and strong black tea. The table is still messy with leftovers and the tea is still warm. I've been sipping it all morning from the blue and white china cups on mis-matched saucers, while Yarrow takes her first nap of the day next to the woodstove and my husband set to work building the winter coop. We are all wearing orange in the yard today. The air is cold, the ground wet, but the sky is bright blue.