It means the snow. For two weeks, I kept thinking . . ."it will melt. There is always snow on the ground before Halloween, but it melts." Considering that this past summer was the coldest in decades, why should I be surprised by the way fall is turning into winter way too fast. But I am and I keep wishing. Underneath that snow, piles of leaves need to be dispose of, a rake needs to be found, and a wood pile needed to be covered with a tarp before it became covered in 6 inches of snow. Obviously, mother nature's plans and my schedule aren't the same.I stayed home from the property this weekend to catch up with house chores and do some kid activities with the boys. As I write, Bryant is busy working on the inside support beam. Last weekend, we had beautiful clear and cold weather, and it was perfect for finishing up the roof. I learned how to tar paper and lay shingles and why real roofers would want to wear knee protection of some sort. By Sunday, I felt like I had permanent rock indents embedded in my knees from kneeling. Overall, we're feeling pretty good about our progress, and how the shabin is shaping up.
