The frost is beginning to lay and there is a chill in the air. I can feel the suns warmth waning with each precious day. I hear the crickets sing their song of sorrow as Summer passes slowly away. Its time to stoke the fire and cut new wood because Fall is upon us and Winters not far astray.
Lets take in the harvest and can the preserves.
The hay needs a stacking so lets get to work. As I start my work I look about the land and what do I see, the world is ablaze with this years colors of fall. Its red , yellow , gold with Natures delight. Its so beautiful within Gods handiwork. Smell the air with this seasons smoke it fills the air with Poplar, Elm and Oak.