Answer:
The warmer I am, the fresher I am. What am I?
I am a time for gathering crops. Remove the first three letters and I become an object you can wear.
Although a human shape I wear Mother I never had; And though no sense nor life I share in finest silks I'm clad. By every miss I'm valued much beloved and highly prized; still my cruel fate is such by boys I am often despised.
I can be hairy and itchy all over. I can be the scariest thing you have ever seen. I stand in the middle of nowhere, hanging on a stick. What am I?
I have to be broken before I can be used
I am owned by Old McDonald.