Fall Is Apple Pie Season, and More

I baked our first apple pie of the season early this morning.  No, not with apples from our trees (not ready yet) but rather from some brought to us by a friend in southern Minnesota.

Ours need a little more time to mature, and it would be nice if they would size up a bit more, too.  I'm happy to see them looking this good considering the rough, cold, slow start they got this spring.  None of the blossoms froze, but it sure did take a long time for the apples to start forming.

The above shot was taken through our keep-the-birds-from-pecking-them cage we built.  Don't they look perfect?  Proves you can have unblemished, organically grown apples (IF they mature properly!) without poisonous sprays . . . and you go to great lengths to protect them from spoilage brought on by birds!

This is the harvest from one-half a 4 x 8' bed of slicing cucumbers.  I even cut the plants down to four this year; next year, it's two plants.  Applarently, slicing cukes aren't that popular with most folks as I can hardly give them away.  

Papa Pea and I are doing our best to use them by enjoying them in one form or another each and every day.  Seriously.  I expect vines to be growing out of our ears soon.

Here's a great, simple recipe for a yummy, crunchy cucumber salad.  Measurements of ingredients are approximate depending on your own taste.  Feel free to adjust.

Creamy Cucumbers

1 medium sized slicing cucumber

1/2 teaspoon garlic salt

1/4 teaspoon dill weed

Sprinkle black pepper

Some red onion (for color and zip)

sliced and separated into rings

A small amount of mayo

Slice your cucumber, add rest of ingredients

and mix gently.

The mayo required is small, maybe half a tablespoon, 

because the cukes have a lot of water in them.

Sometimes I add halved cherry tomatoes.

I hope all is going well for you at the beginning of this fall season wherever you're located.  Supposedly our color season will last longer than usual because we've had so much moisture lately.  The good from the not so good!

Happy Hands, Happy Heart

I just this morning (woke a little before five bells and couldn't get back to sleep) finished a new fall wall hanging.

It's machine pieced and hand quilted, and measures 21-1/2" square.

I debated for a long time what small block to use as a border around this gorgeous colorful leaf fabric I wanted to showcase.  Then it hit me.  Well, of course, what would be better than the Flying Geese block?  Simple and yet appropriate.

When I change my summer decorations to the fall ones (if I ever get around to it), this new piece will hang in our bathroom in this spot.

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Question:

What does Batman do first thing in the morning?

Answer:

He puts on his batrobe and goes to the batroom.

You're Never Too Old . . .

. . . or experienced to make gardening mistakes.

I had a beautiful crop of garlic this year, but waited too long to harvest it.

When I dug it I could see immediately that some of the garlic was not wrapped in a nice, tight bulb, but rather the cloves had started to separate.

This happens when you don't harvest your garlic soon enough after the leaves have started to turn brown.

For some reason, I've always felt a certain anxiety that I will harvest it too soon.  When you do that the cloves will be small, and they don't store as well as the fully matured, larger ones.

But leaving your garlic in the ground too long (which I definitely did this year -- blast and dang!) causes the cloves to separate and burst out of their layers of protective skin.  They then become vulnerable to disease and, yep, now after mine have cured for about three weeks, I can easily see mold forming on some of the cloves.  I'm thinking I'm going to have to dump those bulbs to avoid further contamination.

Fortunately, I've been blessed with a big crop so I'll now have to carefully sort through the bulbs, set aside the healthier, large-cloved ones to plant this fall for next year's crop, and try to use up the ones with the separated cloves first.  They probably won't remain usable for long without their protective skins intact as their keeping quality will be severely limited.  I'll keep my fingers crossed for the storage quality of the bulbs that do look okay.

Well, one thing is for sure.  Next year I won't worry about harvesting my garlic too soon, but instead that I'll wait too late as I did this year.  Arrrgh.

Trying To Stay Ahead Of The Marauding Birds

In past years, we've lost a lot of our apple crop to blue jays and robins pecking on the nearly ripe apples.  This year, Papa Pea declared official war on them and is determined to thwart their efforts to eat our apples before we can.

Our little orchard of dwarf fruit trees are the only ones that have a significant number of apples on them this year.  The semi-dwarf trees across the yard are much bigger, impossible to efficiently cover with bird-proof netting, and have few apples on them this year.  I have a suspicion they have lived out their productive years of bearing fruit and need to be replaced.  At any rate, those trees and their small quantity of fruit are on their own this year.

But back to our project.  Yesterday Papa Pea, daughter and I took on the task of building a cage around our dwarf tree orchard to prevent the birds from getting at the fruit.

Dear daughter cut two pieces of fencing, connected them with zip-ties to make a solid covering for the top.  It's hard to see her handiwork while the fencing is lying on the ground.

We sank t-posts into the ground and attached 7' high fencing around the whole perimeter of the planting.

Papa Pea and daughter unrolling the fencing.

Attaching it to the t-posts.

We didn't get completely finished yesterday because of a couple of interruptions so Papa Pea and I did the little bit that had to yet be done this morning.

We left a "door" (which Papa Pea is clamping shut in the above photo) so we could easily get in and out when needed.

I say it reminds me of an aviary in which you see birds flying hither and yon.  Except this is our attempt to keep any and all birds out!

Cup and Saucer Rack

In the comments section of my last post, Katie C. asked if I could post a couple of pictures of the rack that holds the cups and saucers so that her guy, the wood worker, could make one for her.

This is a sideways view of the rack after I took the cups and saucers down.  It was a good idea as they (and the rack) were d-u-s-t-y.  (How did that happen?)

Both shelves have a groove (about 1/4" deep) near the back which holds the plates in place.

Here's a view of one of the saucers standing in the groove.  You can also see the small nails that the handles of the cups hang on.

The rack is made with a good design because there are two doors to the left of the rack that we use frequently and we've never had any trouble with the saucers or cups jiggling out of place.

Hope this helps, Katie!

Old and Treasured

Papa Pea and I recently had a wedding anniversary, and as happens on times such as that, my mind went back to memories surrounding the occasion.

I was thinking of the couple of bridal showers I was privileged to have.  There was the usual one given by some girlfriends, and the family one where all my aunts and female cousins attended.  (At that time, there were no showers where couples attended, it was strictly a female thing.)

My dear grandma attended the showers and was always concerned about having a nice gift for me.  She and Grandpa didn't have much expendable income, but she did have . . . S&H Green Stamps!

Two of those gifts she used her S&H Green Stamp filled books to cash in for me are still very much in evidence in my home today.

Although I'm not a fancy, bric-a-brac kinda gal, these cups and saucers on their rack Grandma picked out and gave me have always held a special spot in my heart.  They're mounted on the wall in our living room.

I get teased a lot about the fact that I still iron some items each week after laundering.  So you know  this adjustable ironing board from Grandma given at one of my showers (made possible, like the cups and saucers, by her Green Stamps again --- I've always had a sneaky suspicion one or more of my aunts contributed some of their saved stamps) is treasured and still in constant use today.  Besides my weekly ironing of certain things, there's no way I could quilt or sew without my iron and ironing board.  (Holey-moley, I wonder how many ironing board covers I've used, abused and replaced?)

I can remember that people used to scoff at the saving of Green Stamps and say it was too much work to paste them in their little booklets, but I can attest without a whisper of doubt that my grandma got a good deal fifty-six years ago when she "spent" them on my cups and saucers and my ironing board.