Surely it was the last warm day like that we'll have until spring comes. We spent it together out of doors, clearing the pasture that is really starting to look like a pasture these days, at least a wooded pasture. Pine logs were stacked, to be at the ready for maple syrup season. Anything we can use for firewood was brought closer to the house. And much of the brush in this pasture was burned. Snacking on apples, playing with goats and sheep, climbing trees, and sneaking in a row or two of knitting all fit in around the work of the day - moving brush, picking up rocks, clearing small stumps. All in the glorious golden sunlight of an autumn day we knew to be one of the last. And we all slept well that night.