The Fall

The trees sway every few minutes and let down a rain of yellowed leaves. I mistakenly believed fall arrived on a slow moving train. Instead it came abruptly, chilling the evenings and mornings alike. Our firewood collection remains quite humble, but we can see the need for improvement in every brisk, foggy morning that turns to a dark and cold night. We have set to work felling trees and trimming branches in order to clear the property and bulk up our firewood. The neighborhood is still around us, absorbing the sounds of chaos we create. 

Luckily the daylight stays with us through most of our work. The cabin stays naturally lit throughout the day, despite the lush forest that surrounds us. I look forward to wasting quiet days in the cold silence of autumn, counting every knot in the cedar walls and piling logs into the cast iron fireplace.