A fawn lives under the porch here...I think that he was raised by the goats nearby? Anyway, incredibly tame which is likely not a good thing for surviving the winter, but I will try to avoid worrying about that for now.
Last night I went for one of my last runs on these country roads and I kept noticing how loud it actually was. Everyone claims to head to the woods for peace and quiet, but I could barely think over the crickets and wind in the trees and the river. I will miss these sounds.
Back to the bookbinding studio though. I will try to have some new journals up within the next few weeks...just in time for the fall.
