Whoopee-doo, I finally took the pumpkins and fall leaves out of the outside window boxes today and replaced them with evergreen boughs and poinsettias, the poinsettias being fake but still adding a burst of holiday color.
It's still raining. Our pond is fuller than we've ever seen it. We designed it with a spillway to handle any possible overflow and this afternoon there was a veritable stream coming out of the pond via the overflow. The overflow is over flowing. Parts of the bank that have never felt water before are starting to erode a bit.
The ducks and geese are elated. They think it's spring time. If they're not playing a vigorous game of water polo, they're all grazing on the green, green grass of their pasture. Even the chickens can be seen out all day long. Most likely supplementing their late November diet with worms that have come to the surface of the soil to keep from drowning.
Tomorrow (dum-da-dum-dum) is butchering day. Three of the geese and eight of the ducks will be dispatched to freezer camp. Or our neighbor's smoker. I wish it was tomorrow night at this time. Is there anyone who likes butchering day on the homestead? Nah, I didn't think so.
This is what happens to my quilt room when I don't have time to spend in there, but have to run in and out doing emergency repairs or making a quick holiday fabric cover for a jar of blueberry jam to be delivered to a friend, or some such thing. I get in and get out, grabbing or doing only what I need at the moment . . .
. . . and this is the resulting mess. Oh well, soon (am I living in Fantasy Land again?) I'll be able to spend some time in there cleaning up and finishing the quilting on that blue and white quilt I've had in my machine (with the needle in the very same spot) for a couple of weeks. At least. We just have to get through butchering day tomorrow, then get four new tires put on the Suburban first of next week, then a trip to the big city to unload our old, worn out solar power batteries by meeting a fella who pays $18 each for the batteries. I think that's all that's on the immediate schedule, aside from every day things, (don't tell me if I've forgotten something important) so I should have a few days before Christmas to hibernate in my quilt room, unlax and become my usual (ha!) sweet, loving, even-tempered self again.
Oh nuts, I just remembered I was going to make up the dough for each of our Christmas cookies and have it ready in the freezer ahead of time this year. Aw, balderdash, who needs Christmas cookies anyway? (Did you hear that resounding, rather piercing cry from the troops that inhabit this place?) WE DO, WE DO, WE DO!
Like I said, where do the days go? Should any of you reading this be bored and need something to do for the next month, wanna come live here? I can make you a list . . .
Finishing the Ladder to the Hay Loft
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