Moss Man
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It's that time of year, fall is upon us. Maybe not by the calender yet, but it is here.
Dug some garden spuds today, can't wait to taste test them.
Stacked some bone dry wood near the woodstove, can't wait for that radiant heat to warm my bones.
Eyed some garden carrots and onions to go with those fresh spuds for a beef stew, nothing warms the soul like homemade beefstew on a cool blustery fall sunday afternoon.
Tomorrow is woodsman day at the local agricultural fair, I would like to compete in the modified class with the "Walkerized" 394XP, but I'm not ready for it.
Leaves are falling more rapidly everyday, thoughts wonder towards gathering wood for next season already.
The daylight wanes and thoughts are on being inside more, feeding the stove and hoping winter projects hold out until spring.
Fall is by far my favorite season here in Maine, but what follows it can be a little daunting.
Dug some garden spuds today, can't wait to taste test them.
Stacked some bone dry wood near the woodstove, can't wait for that radiant heat to warm my bones.
Eyed some garden carrots and onions to go with those fresh spuds for a beef stew, nothing warms the soul like homemade beefstew on a cool blustery fall sunday afternoon.
Tomorrow is woodsman day at the local agricultural fair, I would like to compete in the modified class with the "Walkerized" 394XP, but I'm not ready for it.
Leaves are falling more rapidly everyday, thoughts wonder towards gathering wood for next season already.
The daylight wanes and thoughts are on being inside more, feeding the stove and hoping winter projects hold out until spring.
Fall is by far my favorite season here in Maine, but what follows it can be a little daunting.