Bella helped me in the barn with feeding, sweeping, adding bedding, cutting mats, shooing hens out of places they're not supposed to be.
The kids all marched out into the field, buckets in hand, to gather twigs from a fallen tree to add to our kindling box.
I start a fire in the wood stove, and get that sense of accomplishment that comes with watching the paper catch the kindling and the kindling catch the logs.
James is at work at the grocery store.
Rosie is at a college fair in Philly with some of her bff's, all dreaming about life after high school.
I'm making beef stew. My Mom's recipe. The smell fills the kitchen.
I look out the window at the blustery fall day, orange leaves blowing against the grey sky. I see Julie working with her horse Genevieve and Daniel working with his pony Pippin.
I stir some more.