Fall, leaves, fall By Emily Brontë Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away; Lengthen night and shorten day; Every leaf speaks bliss to me Fluttering from the autumn tree. I shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow; I shall sing when night’s decay Ushers in a drearier day.[gallery ids="325,324,326,327,329,328"] Thanks to Destini Cavalletto for sharing your photography!

After almost a year of going back and forth with the county, we can finally begin our adventure of building a house!  This small addition to the farm will be a 600 square foot cottage with a bathroom and kitchenette.  It will be used as a Bride's Changing Room for events, a vacation rental, and maybe our home when we have our main house in the works, and plan a final move to the farm.  **sigh**, someday... Our next step is to pull together the right people for the job.  Since it looks like a general contractor will be out of our tight budget, I'm going to put my hardhat on here, and find my tool belt.  Oh, and my…