Three splendidly wonderful things happened up here at the cabin over the weekend.
1) I had to build the first fire of the season because it got so blasted chilly.
2) I replaced our lovely, soft cool summer sheets with thick, fluffy flannel ones to knock the chill off and keep us warm at night.
3) Mountain Man killed the very first deer of the season early Saturday morning.
These may not seem very important to some of you, but for me, they signify that while according to the calendar, fall officially doesn’t begin until next weekend, it has indeed come early for us here on our side of the Blue Ridge Mountains.