It's the second day of October, and my wife's lighting the main home stove.
Ceredwyn is always colder than I am, but I'm happy for the stove today. The temperature outside was 40 °F when I first checked around 6:50 am. Summer has definitely been throttled by autumn, and winter is stretching its limbs, ready to step in for the rest of the year, and the start of the next.
Outside our huge storage tent is crammed with cord after cord, all nicely drying under the white plastic. On the other side of the house our first holzhausen stands like a wood silo. Another, last pile remains for splitting and stacking.
Here in the basement, next to my office, wood stacks have waited since April, drying a little every day. Another stack of knotted, contorted pieces awaits the attentions of our electric wood-splitter. Neatly piled stacks of kindling (separated into birch bark, other bark, and think bits leftover from months of ax work) quietly anticipate the dark, snowy months to come.