We finally got all the firewood we ‘think’ we will need for the coming winter.

We’ve hauled, stacked, loaded, sorted, and arranged.  We have some logs out by the machine shed for the stove out there.

Our son said he heard that winter was going to come upon us suddenly and last a very long time.

Only time will tell.

It was the coldest night so far last night. We woke up to 45*.  The dew is thick upon the grasses and weeds.   The air has a decided turn about it.

Still there is the everlasting light that surrounds us and the farm, bathing all with the start of a new day, or the closing of the old one.

Softly each day brings with it the sheer ordinariness, which is a comfort to the soul.

As always, your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda