(Above: At one point during my visit to Salt Springs this week, the water was devoid of swimmers excepting myself.)
10/10/2021: Today began in the mid-60s and proceeded to warm into the high-80s. Again, sunshine prevailed.
10/11/2021: This day began in the low 60s and proceeded to warm into the mid-80s. A resurgence of autumnal weather. Mostly Sunny.
Pre-dawn activity of 10/12/2021: Designing a map of a town named Mendhir in my writing project. It helps to have a visual representation. 
Dawn of 10/11/2021. 
A morning project: Fixing a water trough in the bull lot. I replaced the chewed piping and fortified the wood brace. 
After espying in the prior picture that the northern edge had buckled up, I returned and fastened it down via screw. 
Padre and I enjoyed a delectable lunch at Off-Duty Tavern. I had the Reuben Sandwich (Swiss, corned beef, sauerkraut, and homemade Russian dressing on butter-fried rye) alongside what tasted to be a form of buttermilk coleslaw. 
Dinner for 10/11/2021: A Master Blend Belgian Blue ‘rump filet’ alongside salad and a small chunk of sourdough bread. 
The beef was tender, and with help of the new probe thermometer, cooked to a perfect medium-medium-rare.
10/12/2021: A warm day beginning in the high 60s and proceeded to warm into the high 80s. Sunny throughout.
Morning activity of 10/12/2021: Straightening the fence directly south of Jacobhouse. 
A bit better. 
Morning beef pasture inspection: Red Brahman Gaur-mother standing vigilantly beside a pile of Gaurlings. 
Lunch today consisted of “Spiced-egg-scramble Burritos” accompanied by a Padre made and Jacob-dressed salad. 
Midafternoon in the beef pasture (10/12/2021). 
A single brilliantly red late-season chiltepin pepper. 
I found this quote in “Children of Dune” by Frank Herbert. 
Dinner consisted of a grilled Belgian Blue shoulder steak accompanied by three small potatoes, grilled mushrooms, and a Padre-made / Jacob-dressed salad.
10/13/2021: A warm day beginning in the high 60s and proceeded to warm into the high 80s. Sunny throughout.
Ritsabittle #37 (Salt Springs, Lorito’s Italian Kitchen, Marion County Public Library, Publix, Modern Heritage Meat Processing, and Winn Dixie) : The Salt Springs were devoid of visitors excepting myself. 
A quote from Marcus Aurelius that brings up a good point. Change is its own safeguard. 
I saw a book named “The Art of Romanian Cooking” on a cart to be reshelved on my way out of the library. I decided to open it up and found this delectable recipe inside. 
Later in the afternoon, I espied a flash of black and white on a nearby milkweed vine. This is an African Queen caterpillar. 
For dinner, Padre and I shared a Wagyu sirloin steak accompanied by baked potatoes and salad topped with Padre-made sourdough croutons.
10/14/2021: This day began in the high-60s and proceeded to warm into the high-80s and low-90s. Mostly sunny.
Dawn of 10/14/2021. 
A beam of sunlight eked its way through the trees bordering the east side of the south-easternmost pasture. 
After an admittedly busy day of visits and cattle activities, I brought two roasts over to the studio for dinner. One was from Nettle’s Beef Processing, and the other was from Modern Heritage Beef Processing. We found there to be a minuscule difference in flavor, and both were excellent. This is fortunate. It means that the off-tasting roast a few weeks ago was likely off-tasting because it had not yet been frozen and it came from the outer portion of the animal where the dry-age moulds (and smells of the facility) are harbored. This all brings to mind that the butchery process is not a pretty one, but the results – if the process is performed adequately – are delicious.
10/15/2021: Today began in the high-60s and proceeded to warm into the high-80s. Mostly sunny.
Dawn of 10/15/2021. 
On peering toward the west, Padre and I witnessed faint ‘fogbows’ arcing across the sky. With close inspection, they can be seen here in this image. 
A picture-perfect foggy scene with plenty of grazing bovines and rampant sunbeams. 
Later on in the morning, I improved the water-trough in Elray’s lot by using a string to describe a broad arc above the trough and utilizing a sawzall to make the cut. Uncle Wag and I raked and shoveled lime rock that Padre dropped by the trough to a position that will hopefully grant even the smallest calves access to water. 
Lunch. Fajitas made with fresh onion and cachucha peppers mixed in with thinly-sliced beef from the prior evening. 
A chiltepin / garlic / parmesan omelet… cooked in coconut oil. It was delectable but quite light on the belly. I will be utilizing coconut oil for sauteéing eggs in the future.
10/17/2021: Today began in the low 60s and warmed to the mid-80s. It was a thoroughly autumnal. Unfortunately, due to the day’s lengthy and somewhat distracting nature (AI class in the morning a visit in the afternoon), I only obtained one picture.
Final Note: Spending more time in the ‘now‘ helps, and so does change.