This is the blog of an Island girl who married a country boy. A girl who's always longed for a farm and a menagerie of animals. Watch and read as the dream begins to unfold.
The shadows in the yard appear earlier and earlier. Today, two hours and fifty-five minutes earlier. There is a crispness to the air. Final cut of the season.
No matter what time of the year the sun always shines on Winslow Homer!