There is never enough time in the window between the colors turning and winter’s first blasts. I don’t know why it seems like a vortex appears, but each year we reach September only to find it’s suddenly New Year’s Eve. The days blitz by as they grow ever shorter and that before-snow-flies list grows ever longer.
Each year, we strategize, working to stay one step ahead, but there’s always something that comes up. I know you may be thinking that this is early to be discussing snow, but October on the farm is never too early for working on that before-snow-flies list. Never. No one wants to get caught in a hard place with bad weather on the way.