Winter is not my favorite time of the year. Every year I begin dreading the coming winter right around the time when the days start turning shorter. As summer begins, my thoughts turn to the impending doom of icy roads, frozen cattle waters and dead batteries. Once the cicadas start singing their late summer song, I'm imagining the cold north winds and drifting snow. Fall is a beautiful time of the year, but it means that the unfinished project list will be deferred for yet a