The company I work for calls this time of year, 'Fall Rush' as we try to sell our products and services to new and returning university students, and while I'm not directly involved I certainly feel their pain. Life has been hectic here, around the old farmhouse, and I've declared this month as our own fall rush.
The push is on to complete outdoor chores before the cold weather slaps us in the face with the perpetual reminder that Mother Nature won't tolerate being tamed. No way, now how. So we're busy preparing hives for winter, stacking wood, finishing the coop (the COOP!), enjoying the final days of summer blooms, stacking wood, trying to can or freeze this year's garden successes (if you don't count weeds a success) and yes, stacking more wood. I'm sorely regretting pushing for that extra cord.