Falling

I can't believe that we've had such a gentle autumn when the summer was so miserable. The leaves are still on the oaks for crying out loud. I had to light the first fire of the season yesterday to dry out and warm up the house a bit before PU got home. She's been away a lot and besides the smell of baking bread, a fire says almost as warm a welcome.

The two stick slow fire.

I really love the transition from summer to winter. The smells, the violence, it's all good. We've been battered with wind and then after days of that beating, last night it was quiet. I mean roaring ears quiet. Lovely.

Chickens will be butchered next weekend. It would be very nice if Mother Nature could see her way into pitching in too and providing some weather that won't freeze our hands off.