The maples are starting to spark beside our creek; fiery reds and yellows shine amidst the lingering greens. The hummingbirds have abandoned the feeder and flower gardens, and the geese flock in large Vs in the sky, heading southwards. While the farm hasn’t experienced a frost yet, the signs that summer is leaving are clear.
Rainy mist and wind brought the Thursday and Saturday performances inside this week, where we collected cozily inside Farmstead while music and storytelling flowed from the corner stage. The drops pounded against the windows, but it couldn’t wash away the merriment of gathering together in community as we come to the close of our eighth summer with Farmstead Creamery.