A Time of Grace- a French Harvest of Saucisse de Toulouse
November wraps her foggy cloak around Camont like a felted room in which song birds still sing muffled by damp leaves and darker mornings. Chica and I take abbreviated walks to the hens to make sure the little automatic door (thank you Chicken Guards!) has adjusted to the time change. I am grateful for the extra hour of…
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