The wind is whistling and howling and blowing odd things about, the trees are tossing wildly, and the rain is coming down in gusty buckets. Not a time for outside play, however Charlotte Mason we try to be. However, Tony did spend a good chunk of the morning playing outside, since the goats knocked a two-foot square hole in their shed last night. We were lucky. Had the hole been in a slightly different spot, the chickens next door to them would have escaped.
We also went to cut our Christmas tree today. Lovely day for a visit to the Christmas tree farm. We had it completely to ourselves. Axa carried her own umbrella, but managed to get a bit wet and muddy anyway. Raj ended up even wetter than she did, although I chased him around with an umbrella the whole time. They were popped in a toasty warm bath when we got home, so no harm done. We are now the proud owners of a lovely Christmas tree, which is currently dripping in the garage. Christmas, here we come!