Fall progresses slowly toward winter by fits and starts. One day will be warm, sunny, and almost windless. The next will be wet, with cold, raw wind beating down. Snow is in the forecast for tomorrow and the rest of the week, but probably won't amount to much.
The fireplace has already been inaugurated for the year. Emma is my fireplace dog: she tells me when it should be lit, and when it needs an extra log. She's better than a thermostat.
So much depends on the axe and the splitting wedge.
They'll have to do for now, since I don't own a red wheelbarrow.