It’s interesting, really, when you think about it. Predicting the weather is a multi-billion dollar business now, the technology is more whiz-band and dazzling then ever, yet the more time we spend predicting the weather, the more unpredictable it seems to be. Sometimes I think Mother Earth is having a great chuckle at the expense of her predictably arrogant and clueless subjects.

Monday, we woke up to sub-freezing temperatures that killed off all of the flowers and froze the water. Yesterday, it was a beautiful soft, and sunny day, the afternoon light warmed this photographer’s heart and cast a rich glow over the farm and Scott Carrino’s old army truck, loaded with donkey manure and awaiting it’s journey back to Pompanuck Farm. October light, photographer’s light.

I have to confess I enjoy the unpredictability of the weather. Sometimes I cheat and look up the forecast on my phone, most days I can’t wait to get up and look out the window and see what is happening out there. It is back-and-forth, it does not ever stay the same for long, it is almost never predictable.