Golding Grass

With chokecherry jelly canning all done, it's time to finally finish firewood gathering. Today's plentiful morning rain delays the work until tomorrow, but the moisture provided is comforting in that it will make the cutting safer. It was beginning to get a little too dry to go out cutting and risk having the chainsaw throw down a spark into parched needles and grass.

Aside from getting my dumb ass on the evening news for all the wrong reasons, a wildfire would ruin these gorgeous golding grasses of early fall. Just one frost brought this beautiful expanse of naturally turning, totally un-mown, exquisitely fragrant grass to the meadowland.