Or maybe the title of this post should be "Mumblings." I don't seem to be operating on all four cylinders these past few days. Don't know if it's the radical change in weather that has finally arrived or the after effects of Monday's wind storm or just generally too much to do that has thrown me off. I've been feeling really tired and could probably blame it on a couple of little physical things or a couple of little emotional things. Take your pick.
Daughter and son-in-law had an impromptu dinner with us last night which was really nice. Sat for a short time afterwards, talked and got caught up with each other. It was early when they headed home so I managed to get into bed at a decent time. Tried to read but kept falling asleep. ("Clunk." Sound of book hitting me in the face.) Fine, I said, I'll zonk out, get a good night's sleep and get up at five to steal some time in my quilt studio. I slept so soundly that I didn't even hear the 6 o'clock alarm Roy had set. Even though the sandman was trying valiantly to keep me from escaping, I dragged myself out around 6:20 when I heard Roy making coffee. Bright-eyed, busy-tailed and ready to go I was. Not.
As of this morning, there were still 150-200 residences without power from the wind storm this past Monday. The biggest hang-up in restoring service is the fact that so many electrical poles snapped.
Roy's been spending his week cutting all the trees that blew down in the storm, piling the brush on our flat-bed trailer and hauling it to the open field where we can eventually burn it.
All that is left in my garden are onions and potatoes in the ground and cherry tomatoes and sweet peppers under cold frames.
Some of the peppers have turned red, some are halfway there, and some are stubbornly refusing to let go of their green color. I want to use them to make a winter's worth of Stuffed Peppers for the freezer, but I don't know how much longer I should hold out waiting for them all to turn color. We both much prefer the flavor of the peppers when they're red.
The tops of the onions haven't dried off as much as I'd like to see. Monday's winds knocked everything flat and now with the cool weather, I don't know what more progress we'll see with them.
The end of the garden . . . where did this summer go?
I am loving this "it's truly fall" feeling weather. Tuesday night was our first killing frost. All week we've had a small fire in the wood stove each morning and then another one at night before bed. Cozy, cozy, cozy. It will be good to get to bed early again tonight. If I can wait that long. (Ya-a-a-w-w-n.)
How soon we forget.......
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