Autumn, crisp fresh air
Falling leaves, drying corn stalks
Buzzing chain saws, Fall
What does this season mean to you?
Growing up on the farm, it was a time of final harvests. Corn for the cows and for us, fire wood to keep us warm through the winter, squash and pumpkins from the garden. It was air made crisper some how by the falling leaves and sweet with the smell of fresh cut fire wood.
This week, I’ve been helping my father cut fire wood and it’s brought back all of those memories.
What are yours?
