Wednesday, November 03, 2021

November Hill farm journal, 141


On Monday I said goodbye to Weymouth and my writing women and headed home. It was a wonderful week of writing, writerly company and conversation, and an amazing dinner out. Our waitperson asked for our first names, told us we were her favorite table of the evening, and named us the Bright Little Diamonds. 

The thing about a writing residency is that it is limited in time and thus very precious. Weymouth has a history of hosting writers even before it was a center for the arts and humanities, and you definitely feel that when you’re working there.

Of course, as I’ve said before, the best thing about the end of a writing week is coming home. To November Hill.

It’s definitely this farm’s namesake month right now, with trees losing leaves and color continuing to develop. 

Since arriving home I’ve had a great day of housekeeping with my helper, a big batch of planting to get my fall natives into the ground, some bee hive prep for the freezing temps forecast for later this week, and today, getting horse sheets out of storage. 

I have a few things left to plant and then it will be my job to track rainfall and water the new plants as needed so their root systems can develop over this winter. I’ll be doing some leaf mulching in the pastures, and focusing on a few projects we need to get done before the end of the year. But in a lot of ways, it’s time to enjoy the season and wind down the to do lists for the year.

Up at the mountain house the temps will be in the 20s this week, with the possibility of snow!

This morning I’m back to my regular writing routine, coffee and dogs and some quiet time to think and write. It’s not the great long span of writing days that Weymouth gives, but it’s sweet and it’s where the work lives most of the hours of the year. I’m glad to be home. 


Grey Horse Matters said...

It’s always nice to get away for a bit but as they say “there’s no place like home.” Pretty entrance to November Hill, very welcoming.

billie said...

I am missing your fall photos from your gorgeous farm - I hope you’re enjoying the season. I know you end up with snow and super cold temps way sooner than we do and for a lot more days of the year.

Grey Horse Matters said...

The trees haven't really turned into the rich colors they usually do. They say it's because we had so much rain. If there is a drought or less rain the colors are usually very impressive. Actually, we lost leaves on some trees before they even turned colors. So you're not missing a whole lot this year. It hasn't even been that cold. 50's-60's. I guess the weather will turn cold eventually though.

billie said...

This sounds like a different year for you up there, with the temps so mild. I hope even without the usual brilliant fall color, the mild temps are making life easier for this bit of time!