No, that's not snow on the potato hills. Just heavy frost. And no, we haven't dug our main crop of potatoes yet. What are we waiting for? Temps to cool off enough that we have a good place to store them. We figured they've been better off where they are. Now we might wanna think about getting the digging fork out and popping out those lovely spuds. (At least I hope there are lovely spuds to be popped out.)
Don't these sunflowers look as if they could be singing in a Greek chorus this morning? "Oh, woe is us! Oh, woe, woe, woe, we are on the way O-U-T."
Nary one head matured enough to give us any seeds for winter bird feeding. Rats.
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Since we're talking, what the heck happened to the last few days? They seem to have zoomed by me so fast I hardly noticed them. (Hang in there, Mama Pea, the long, slow winter is coming. [Insert hysterical laughter at such a foolish thought.] )
:: Go to Library, P.O., food co-op and Credit Union (I was gonna be there an hour ago.)
:: Clear my desk of "must dos" that have been piling up since last week. (Maybe by now I've missed deadlines and I can ignore them? Ha! If only it worked that way.)
:: Clean dirty house. (And don't forget the dreaded bathroom)
:: Put up Halloween decorations. (Boo!)
:: Defrost at least one of the freezers. (This summer was conducive to lots of frost.)
:: Wash inside of some windows. (It's getting hard to see through them.)
:: Put summer clothes away, get winter clothes out. (Where are my turtlenecks when I need them?)
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Okay, I'm off. (But no more than usual.)