The leaves began their descent to the Earth this weekend. In earnest. With help from a strong October NorthWest wind. Which brings to mind this book - The Little Yellow Leaf by Carin Berger.
"A chill filled the air....and the sun sank slow. Not ready, thought the Little Yellow Leaf as a heavy harvest moon bloomed amber in the starry sky."
And while woodstove fires are now pretty much an everyday event, the reminder was heeded that refilling the woodpile outside the backdoor lives at the top of the weekend chore list. Because it is a bit of a drag when one rises in the morning, attempts to get a fire going BEFORE her coffee and realizes there is no kindling or wood at hand.
This was the best of homestead weekends. With nothing planned off the homestead, the chance to work with intention instead of speed was a welcome change.
Wishing you a wonderful week.