I've heard from a couple of blogland friends lately wondering if all is well here since I've not posted for a while. All is well, very well, but I haven't felt as though I had much of interest to share. So here goes with some of what's been happening, interesting or not.
Garden clean-up continues. And continues. Grumpy-dumpy me has declared I'm never planting a garden again. (Yeah, right.) Doesn't seem fair that de-structing a garden should take almost as much time as planting it does.
We have tomatoes coming out of our ears. Well, the cherry variety any way. We've had one light frost, but not a killing frost so remarkably enough the tomatoes are still ripening. We'll take 'em as long as we can get 'em.
Still have potatoes and carrots to dig and the pepper plants under the cold frames continue to produce. Slicing cucumbers in their cold frame are not looking so great. I'm thinking the vines may be relocated to the compost heap soon. Maybe today.
I baked two batches of bread yesterday. Haven't made any homemade bread in I don't know how long. Felt good. Tasted good, too.
We have a bunch of poultry that is mad at us right now.
Integrating the mature hens and the youngun's from this spring has begun. They've all been captured and are in lock down in the chicken house and attached solarium for a number of days until the young birds find their place in the flock and realize that's their home now. No more bedding down in either a chicken tractor . . . or a tree!
The ducks that are headed for Freezer Camp (date coming up soon) are corralled in one big pen. Catching them has not been fun.
They have learned that it's a real kick to flap their little wings and fly. Some were even taking to roosting on the solar panels. Yes, on the top of the solar panels. Way up there. We've been lucky (and amazed) that none of them have flown the coop, so to speak, and gone over their pasture fence into territories unknown.
These are three of the four ducks we've been unable to catch thus far. But we shall prevail.
The nine geese are soon to be reduced to a gaggle of six.
"Yikes, that's not news we wanted to hear," say the geese.
Fall is such a gorgeous season in the north woods. Wish it would last until December 1st when it could start snowing.