We had our coldest temp of the season this morning . . . 23 degrees. And the frost was definitely on the pumpkin.
Or at least on the strawberries. It may be time to cover them with their winter blanket of mulch. Don't think we've ever gone this late in the season before covering them.
We even had a light covering of skim ice on the pond this morning.
Time for all of us good little homestead-y people to settle in for a long winter and tons and tons of leisure, free time. HAHAHAHAHA!
(That big thump you just heard was yours truly going over the edge.)
Oh, I almost forgot. In my never-ending quest for that Perfect Loaf of Rye Bread, I tried another recipe this morning.
Here are the loaves before I set them to rise. If it turns out, you'll hear more about it. If it ends up in the Bah-Humbug-Yuck file, you'll never see or hear of it again.