Come again some other day. (But preferably not for a while, please.)
Talk about dismal! We've had nearly a week of very gray, rainy days. Our day time temps have been well into the 40s but the dampness makes it feel much colder. Much, much colder.
We were so very fortunate to have gotten our potatoes harvested the day before these rains started. I hate to think of what a totally mucky, muddy mess it would be to try to dig them now.
The trees are now bare of leaves and our landscape has taken on a drab, monochromatic look. We shall have to tolerate this blah scenery until snow cover arrives. I do know that if this past week's rain had been snow, we'd be plowing and shoveling non-stop to get out from under it.
Papa Pea and I have been sleeping better the last few nights. (I'll bet you feel so much better now, right?) He claims the changing of the seasons wreaks havoc on our body clocks and that certainly did seem to be the case for both of us earlier this fall. Or now maybe it's just the shortened amount of daylight that has finally convinced our bodies that it's the season for more hours of good, sound shut-eye.
We've been enjoying the apples our friends from the southern part of the state brought to us on their visit a couple of weeks ago, and since harvesting the apples from our own trees this past week, we have even more to make use of and enjoy. I made a huge batch of applesauce (or applesass, as I like to call it) yesterday with the ones from our trees that had bruises, blemishes, or bird pecks (blast those Blue Jays) in them. My dear husband sat and helped me prep all the apples. How much faster that task went with four hands rather than just two.
A pan of Apple Slices I made yesterday just bit the dust as dessert after our dinner tonight. Dear daughter helped by eating one good size slice yesterday, but the rest of the 10" x 15" sheet pan easily slid down the gullets of me and my housemate. With no trouble at all, I might add. (Hey, it's the season for apple-anything, right?)
I changed my decorations this morning from Halloween to Thanksgiving. I've also been giving some thought as to some new and different dishes I can try in the next couple of weeks as possibilities to serve on Thanksgiving. Not sure how many will be around the table yet, but getting a start on the planning makes me feel ahead of the game.
My hands and fingers have been wanting to have needles and yarn in them lately so I've been working on some small projects. Gotta love those small projects in that they get done so quickly. Instant gratification. Well, not instant. (Rarely is anything instant, is it?) But whipping through a miniature knitted bell or mitten to put on the outside of a gift definitely gets done faster than, say, an Aran fisherman's sweater, you have to admit.
Tomorrow they say we will see some sunshine. Should that happen, it will be much welcomed. Our solar panels might even become useful rather than just a very large, drippy ornament out in the field.