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Two weekends in a row raking leaves tells me it's fall. The days have really shortened up way too quickly for my tastes. Even our dogs know the difference. They're ready for bed about an hour earlier than normal and spend much more time tucked under our feet at the foot of the couch late in the evening. Trust a farmer on this one, ok — looks like this will be a long and wet winter (well, at least in my backyard, that is). Our sheep have already started plumping up, and even the caterpillars seem fatter and fuzzier than ever. Time to start stockpiling hay and getting the barn ready for some cold winds that blow from the North around here. Soon when I get up early to feed all the farm critters, I'll be able to see their breath in the cold morning air. It always makes me laugh, because the sheep look like little fire-breathing dragons with steam coming out of their noses. There is a certain quiet sense to mornings like these. I might complain a little, but to be honest, I love it.

-Dan Hughes