The wild winds of the past week convinced any stalwart leaves on the trees that perhaps it would be better for them to make their way to the ground. Posthaste.
I cannot deny that there is a small part of me wishing for the forced stop that snowfall brings.
The reality that snow will add a whole list of different ways to spend time outdoors keeps those thoughts in check.
There is still a straw bale wall to build around the chicken coop.
Nursery trees that need Winter protection.
And brush piles that need burning.
Welcome to my weekend.