What is it about fall that makes us want to simmer a big pot of soup on the stove?
I love fall! There's something to be said for coming home in the evening chill as the sun is starting to set, knowing that I have a limited about of time outside before dusk. Even though the farm work is never-ending, we call it quits earlier each evening this time of year.
Fall work is different than summer work. We put on sweatshirts and boots, and we carry flashlights. The animals are almost always fed after dark, and Steve never comes in before it's pitch black out. The warm blanket finds its home more frequently on the couch.
And it's firewood season. All of our spare time will now be spent chopping trees, hauling wood, splitting wood, and stacking wood. Very very soon it will be time for burning wood. We'll burn the what's left of last year's dry wood while we start cutting the new wood.