Wednesday, October 20, 2021

Garlic and Mint and . . . Frost?

We've had an unusually warm and long fall season (not complaining) without any threat of Jack Frost making his first appearance.  Up until now.
 
The forecast for the next several nights shows temperatures hovering just at or barely above freezing so the end of our Indian Summer may be close at hand.
 

I finally got my garlic planted yesterday.  Each lovely, little clove is now snuggled down under 2-3" of soil, covered with a thick blanket of straw mulch which is held in place with a cattle panel to prevent our fall/early winter winds from dislodging it.  Sleep tight, garlic.  See you in the spring.
 

My raised bed of mint finally filled in to a really nice degree this summer.  The two bare-ish spots you see at the far end of this picture are probably where I made the last cutting a little too close to the ground.  (Bad, Mama Pea.)  Also, some of the greenery you may be able to see is dandelion greens or other hardy little weeds, but if you've ever tried to weed a mint bed you know how much of a tangled torture that can be.  I'll be more diligent come spring. 
 
Both Papa Pea and I spent our early morning hours today suffling around with hands clutching warm coffee cups and an extra layer or two on our bodies before we decided it would be much more sensible if we made a fire in the wood stove here in the kitchen.  It's that shoulder time of year when one forgets how and when to fire the stoves to maintain a comfort level.  We wouldn't yet want a fire all day, but one first thing in the morning sure does help get these two bodies up and moving quicker.  And with more cheerfulness.

Saturday, October 16, 2021

How Do Ya Like Them Apples?

Just about any way at all!  And I've been keeping close company with apples for the past couple of days.
 
We harvested all of Zestar apples, which are usually the first ones ready.
 

This year's harvest wasn't the best.  We got only 42 apples off of our two trees in the "cage."  But most of them are quite large in size and are making wonderful eating apples.
 

We planted another Chestnut Crabapple this spring to add to our existing one, so we had apples from just the original tree this year.  They're the largest crabapples I've ever seen and also the sweetest tasting.  We save them for eating-out-of-hand, too. 
 

This shows the size of both the Zestars and Chestnut Crabapples.  About three inches across for the Zestars and two inches across for the crabapples.
 
This past Thursday we went to friends' house to pick apples they had offered to us.  These will be for our supply of applesauce.
 

We came home with four 5-gallon pails (three pictured above) of wonderful apples from their big, 35+ year old tree.  It was planted by the previous generation that owned the house, so they weren't sure of the variety all these years later.
 

Papa Pea, who worked in an orchard during his high school years, thinks they are most likely Baldwins.
 

I've made two batches of applesauce with the first two pails in the past two days.  More on the schedule for today.  Above shows one batch of the half cooked down sauce in my biggest stock pot.  And, oh!  The aroma that has been permeating the house!
 

After dinner last night I couldn't resist making some of the apples into our first apple pie of the season.  It's sitting on a plate because it burbled all over in the oven (sigh) and the bottom of the pie plate is a sticky, gooey mess.  I'm gonna take that as a sign that the pie will be wonderful! 

Tuesday, October 12, 2021

Feeding Time

Just a couple of shots of the birds and chow time in the chicken pasture.
 

All the different varieties of birds, big and small, seem to get along together.  Here the Silkies are in the foreground (silly looking birds that they are) with some Black Australorps and a Speckled Sussex in the background.
 

These are more of the big birds with the shady growth of trees where all the birds spend time in the hot weather or when they see a bird of prey flying overhead and head for cover.  There's a glimpse of the pond beyond the trees.
 

A characteristic of the Silkies seems to be that when they rest, they like to gather together in a bunch, often in a corner as they are here.  (With a photo bombing by a big Australorp.)
 
Our egg production has slowed down quite a bit recently, but that's natural for the time of year.  It will probably be December before the "new girls" start laying.  

Saturday, October 9, 2021

You're All Smart and I Am Not

Okay, all you clever, astute people who correctly identified the patch of asparagus ferns pictured in my previous post.  I had no luck pulling this one over on you.
 
Plus, as my daughter reminded me, I've probably posted almost identical pictures of the asparagus ferns a couple of times in the past.  And, of course, identified them as to what they were.  I guess I can't stop myself.  Aren't they lovely when covered with droplets of rain?
 
If you, Anonymous who was the first one to comment, will send me your name and mailing address, I'll get the set of potholders in the mail to you.
 
And I promise not to post any more pictures of asparagus ferns again within the next couple of years.  Maybe. 

Friday, October 8, 2021

What's Your Guess?

Do you know what the greenery in the foreground of this picture is?
 

First person to correctly identify it will receive . . . 
 

. . . this pair of quilted potholders.
 
And if you have no idea, feel free to make up something! 

Wednesday, October 6, 2021

Beware of Ghosts and Ghoulies (and other things) Coming in the Door


We've got a lovely Virginia Creeper vine growing up the south side of our house.  It's especially striking in the fall when it turns from green to a gorgeous red.
 
Many years, it completely covers our bathroom window which Papa Pea doesn't like since it can almost totally darken that little room.
 
This year it hasn't been nearly as luxurious, and I think it is because of lack of moisture.  To reach the spot where it grows, I have to drag the watering hose waaaay over to it, and I'll admit I was negligent in doing so very often this very dry summer.  So that's probably why it didn't grow as much.
 

However, it sent out tendrils across the deck heading for the door.  Papa Pea says it's trying to get inside for the winter and warns we have to be very careful it doesn't succeed in entering as it will then take over the house and possibly strangle us in our sleep.