My brother and sister-in-law were here for a (short) visit this past week. It had been a (long) while since we'd all been together. We managed to squeeze in lots of visiting, catching up on each others' lives that can't be done via e-mail or phone calls, some breaking bread (and a few other things) together, some time getting out in our gorgeous fall weather. 'Twas good to see each other and confirm that fact that we're all enjoying life, doing what we want to be doing . . . and haven't aged one bit!
On the home front, our two-year old hens have been molting and egg production has gone right down the tubes. (Unfortunately, not the egg tubes.) I don't remember when I've had such a pitifully small back log of eggs in the refridge. But, joy-oh-joy (and surprise), our new chicks who we hadn't counted on starting to lay until December, presented us with our first two pullet eggs last Thursday. (Precocious little birds, they be.) Only one more pullet egg since then, but I'm hoping they will really kick into production soon.
I can hardly believe it, but I'm still harvesting green peppers from the garden. About half of the bell peppers look great on the outside, but when cut open they have a great deal of mold in the center. I haven't found this to be true in any of the Sweet Italian Pepper variety.
I don't have my Halloween decorations out and in place yet. (Call the Seasonal Decoration Police!) Running a little behind schedule this year, it seems. If all goes well, I think I can get it done today yet.
Our day time temperatures are remaining warmer than usual, and we've yet to have a killing frost. Every extra day we can get for this year's apple crop to mature is a very good thing and much appreciated.
We have two chickens that have been put on my Black List. They've been escaping nearly every single day from the poultry pasture to scratch around in the garden. This time of year it didn't initially seem like a terrible, awful, bad thing, and I kind of ignored them . . . until we discovered they were scratching in the potato hills enough to uncover potatoes and leave them lying exposed to the sun. Nope, can't tolerate that. I'm hoping we've got the escapees contained now.
We're still putting off harvesting our root crops because the temp in the root cellar, which we checked this morning, is only down to 52°-55°. We need to find a way to incorporate more thermal mass in there which will hold the cold better. (Another little item added to The List.)
This has been a catch-up, organizational day for both me and Papa Pea.
Remember that every day is a fresh start, a new beginning. So gather all your vim and vigor and hit tomorrow running with a smile and determination to do what needs to be done!
Finishing the Ladder to the Hay Loft
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