(This was actually supposed to be a post for Saturday...)

Hey y'all,

Evidently my new cat is just as against fall as my husband is. (Seriously -- who hates pumpkin in the autumn??) 

Prior to the decor change. For some reason I got it in my head that season
change meant shelf change, and now I've taken almost all my cabinet doors off
in the name of open bookshelves. I love em. (And we read a lot more lately.)

I had changed out all my red, white, and blue flags for fall harvest things and bouquets of mums and pheasant feathers and tiny pinecones (oh my). And gourds were on that list because who doesn't decorate with gourds just as soon as you can? I had them so adorably and strategically scattered around my house as if playing peek-a-boo and daring you to find them all.

Then we went to bed the first night after swapping out the decor.

And sometimes our cat sleeps all night with us and sometimes she is a nocturnal monster. (I bought a fall puzzle to complete and glue together and hang as wall art for the season. Each morning it was scattered anew all over my kitchen, dining room, and living room. Each afternoon I put as much back together. You see the miserable endless cycle forming here?)

After clean up, book adding, tv watching, and fall decor. Tada!

Over a period of about three nights, one by one each morning I had to throw pretty much all of my cute little gourds away. Because apparently they are the perfect things to bat around and tackle with claws extended. *sigh* 

Our only fall story. Hoping to add to the collection.

So my autumn this year is gourdless. But PTL not pumpkinless, because Katie and I planted some pumpkins this spring and we are watching as our second one turn a joyful orange color in the garden.

This weekend is the final weekend of putting up our first pasture fence. *squee!* The men are at Tractor Supply 30 miles away as I type this, getting the last of the supplies (and a onesie that I saw on sale last week that must be sent to a friend of mine in the North. It was literally the cutest).

My only job (after the blister incident) was keeping the men
hydrated and fueled with protein. Like my setup?

Don't be fooled, folks. Loki is truly the dog of
mischief. 

When I took the kids over to my folks' on Thursday to hang out while I went to yoga class downtown, I spent a few minutes during naptime cleaning out the old tackroom. Evidently my dad is trying to convert the barn into his workshop and the tackroom into a temporary garden shed, so we couldn't have more perfect timing for this equine move.

But I had seven years of my own dirty, neglected junk to wade through, most of which hadn't been touched in the last five years.

So I rolled up my sleeves (yeah right, it's the South. I wasn't wearing any sleeves) and I started making keep and ditch piles.

Most of it went into the keep pile, of course. But now I have a huge task looming ahead of cleaning it all and really deciding if some of the leather is salvageable. (It's bad, folks.)

Hoping to move the Big Boy out to Cedar Creek tomorrow afternoon! *fingers crossed!*

Which also happens to be my best friend's birthday; but lucky for me, the day is free because she will be in Oxford watching the Rebels play some football. We have mani-pedis scheduled for when she gets back.  

Katie Jo on the kids computer at the library last week.

The men had to make a supply run to good ole Tractor Supply
and we got to tag along. It was exciting to see all the baby chicks and ducklings still in the store!