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| Our north field in the foreground; planting on the neighbor's field |
I thought I had my semi-annual dental appointment on the 24th, but I discovered that I had it all wrong. It’s not until November. So, we loaded the Jeep and headed to the farm.
The seasonal change was obvious as we drove along. It was a beautiful sunny day, but the tilt of the autumn sun often put the highway in shade. Autumn just has a look all its own. I suppose all seasons do, but with autumn, it seems more pronounced. It’s still early yet for the leaves to change color, but I saw a hint of fall color here and there.
While I dream of autumn, we’re still having 80-degree afternoons here at the farm. That sun is hot!
I
left Jingles the Elf in town. He’s a stupid project, but I’ll finish him and we
can all laugh. I’ve been saving patterns for other stuffed elves and Santas
that I want to try, but first things first. Jingles must be finished.
I brought the Halloween quilt with me but left the instructions in town. C’est la vie! It’s always something. And I took one sewing machine back to town with the last trip and brought the other one back to the farmhouse. “Is this the same sewing machine we carried to town,” asks Mike. I was glad to be able to say no, but for all the good it does me, I shouldn’t have bothered. I just have to have some things with me or my life feels wrong!
Over the last couple of days, we have watched as the farmer planted the neighbor’s place. There’s just something comforting about the sound of distant farm machinery on a quiet autumn day. Our fields are stubble and won’t be planted until spring.
Son Murray came for dinner last night and spent several hours stargazing with the aid of an app. He identified the International Space Station, various satellites, etc.
Mike
and I picked two gallons of pears from the old tree the other day, and I dried
the ripest ones. Very good! (If I remember my grade school education, I think
pears and apples should be measured in bushels and pecks, but apparently those
measurements are obsolete now.)
I suspect that our garden is about finished. A few strawberry plants have blossoms, but none of the summer squash plants are in bloom. I picked a dozen tomatoes and will pick more before the next trip to town. I also picked many “Sweet 100” cherry tomatoes and might try making jam. I watered well this morning, and then Mike put the hoses away. I also pulled all the honey crisp apples off the tree and tossed most of them. What few I salvaged I managed to scorch in an effort to make applesauce. It happens – more and more. KW
4 comments:
Bushels and pecks never made sense to me. I think I blocked all knowledge about them from my brain. Our summer squash garden got a late start due to Dan's illness, but we are getting a few every couple of days. Good thing I didn't plan to make lots of zucchini bread or relish this year. It's still hot up here, too, and I'm so ready for true fall weather.
Hi Chris! Bushels and pecks are obsolete forms of measurement, so it's okay to let them go from your brain, freeing that space for more important info. It's good to hear that Dan was able to plant a garden, even if it was late. Our fall temps seem to be higher now, so maybe the plants produce longer, but I think that the garden is also influenced by the length of daylight.
It’s fall over here! The trees are changing color and leaves are falling. Silas likes to pick out interesting leaves on our walks and make me carry them. We planted grass a few weeks ago and it’s sprouted and growing. It’s supposed to be rainy all week.
The trees haven't switched to their fall garb yet. I see just a hint of color in the purple ash. As we walked yesterday, I saw a few blue aphis (October bugs) floating in the air.
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