First whiff of fall

While making my way home over hill and dale last night I caught my first whiff of fall. That's right, someone along Old Annapolis Road had fired off their woodstove, clearly making them either the winner because they were warm... or the loser if they were participating in the annual Forrence "who is last to activate heat" contest. Sharon ALWAYS wins that one anyway because either she is naturally immune to the effects of cold OR she annually removes a couple of bricks between her home and her neighbor's, allowing convection to provide a little boost.

Alas, our woodshed is still stark - so high on the list today is a cord or two of nice dry wood. And if I can't find some of that, I'll take the junk that's been on the ground and is starting to rot. To paraphrase an old adage, "Burns better than snowballs". It is times like these that I sure miss the Chris and Alex! Happy Saturday.

** SUNDAY UPDATE ** The thermometer said 44 the other morning and didn't get above 60 all day. So, even though the calendar says that it's still summer, we've lost the contest. While I can call it a "shakedown cruise" or a practical way to get rid of many odd burnable items, I really wanted to take the chill out of the air so I fired off the woodstove. And when Sharon arrived home from her job in the "climate-challenged" library, the house was toasty warm. It's gonna be a long winter!