Our laundry was froze stiff on the line this morning. The dogs moved a little quicker on their morning walk. Frost glistened in the grass as we made our way to check one of my game cams for what I hoped was a buck. Hunting season is only a week away.

Most of the leaves have fallen by now. All of the maples are bare. Danny, my youngest son, helped my build a hoop house with some PVC I salvaged. He cut them to length and painted on the glue and I put the pieces together. Three beaten up tarps are crumpled up just inside the tree line, to keep them from blowing away. It’s built in the opening to a wide skidder trail on the densely-wooded lot.

We had recently moved and living off-grid. We plan to build here, but live in a one-room cabin with a little loft for Danny, and his older brothers when they visit.