Let The Record Show

Thursday, October 4 was the first wood stove day of 2012 here on the Little Farm. The wind hit in whirlwinds yesterday about 4 p.m., dropping the temperature from 85 to 60 in the space of a hour and lining tumbleweeds up like dominoes along the corral fence. The freeze advisory posted late last night, and we pulled the down comforters out of the closet before falling into bed.

Opening the chicken pen and letting the dogs out was a chilly business this morning, and I am rather shamelessly putting off my field work until my working member arrives at 8:30. I am going to need the insulated coveralls to dig the potatoes and slash down the Brussels sprouts, and it will be lovely to work in the chill of fall. I am looking forward to it, though the Saturday forecast of 45 degrees with a rain/snow mix doesn't bode well for market sales.

On the other hand, I am here, alone, and I plan to savor the peace of a cozy farmhouse writing morning for a few more moments. Only two weeks left before the promise of an entire winter of these days shines out before me. I don't know what it says about me that my favorite part of being a farmer is the time of year where I get to live on the farm without having to try to scrape a living from it, but I know that fall and winter are fast becoming my favorite seasons. I suppose we all have to embrace our truths, and this is mine.

It is also true that I could listen to the Lumineers all day long, except that I can't take YouTube with me to the field. But this is the flavor of my morning. . .what's yours?