The spectacle of brilliant autumn foliage has passed, and any lingering leaves are burnished bronze. The pasture has been grazed down to almost nothing. The goats and visiting cows find a bit to nibble on but are happy to see hay delivered to the feeder rack.
It was a chilly, misty morning. The water pans and tubs had a thin layer of ice, and everything was coated in frost.
I like to play a little game with myself, trying not to turn the furnace on until November 1st. Of course, we have the wood stove, but it does not heat the whole house. I nearly caved in this morning. The inside thermometer read 51 degrees, and my bare feet on the cold tiled kitchen floor were unhappy. I lit a fire instead, layered on more clothes, found my stored slippers, and indulged in a hot bowl of oatmeal for breakfast.
Flirt loves fire season.
After chores and breakfast, I picked up a new knitting project and huddled near the heat for a bit before tackling my to-do list. As the sun warms the day, I will get outside to work on projects, but for now, smelling the woodsmoke and watching the flames dance is an excellent way to start a Saturday.
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