We've been in a definite wet spell for the last week. It hasn't been solid rain, but lots of heavy dew and many sprinkles . . . plus a couple of storms like we had for a short while last night around bed time. They say it's so much better for trees, plants and the soil in general to go into our winter season wet rather than dry, so our recent moisture is a good thing.
Papa Pea and I have been getting out for a couple of hikes and rides down back roads. The unbelievably vivid colors this fall have had most everyone commenting that they can't remember such beautiful coloration ever before. Lots of "ooohing" and "ahhhing" going on.
I still have a bit (probably until a hard frost hits, if I were to be realistic) of work to do in the garden. Our potatoes are still in the ground as are the beets and mangels that will be simmered on the garage wood stove overnight, chopped and taken out to the poultry as supplemental feed this winter.
The vines of the pumpkins and Red Kuri winter squash (above) have just about given up the ghost, and I'll be harvesting the fruit soon. Really soon. I'm eager to place the jolly orange pumpkins around for decoration.
The onions (one shelf of red shown above) are still drying inside and under cover.
As are the bundles of garlic.
The guy who's in charge of our apple trees (aka Papa Pea) wants the apples to stay on the trees until just before a hard frost threatens. A couple of days ago I made an apple crisp with some of the windfalls. The slices of apples stayed kinda crisp and crunchy (not quite ripe?) which made the dessert taste "different." Or at least we thought so. Somehow, we struggled along and ate the whole thing.
In spare minutes, I've been happily stitching on a Thanksgiving-themed counted cross-stitch project.
I was in my quilt room doing so yesterday late afternoon when I changed thread . . . and then could. not. find. my. needle. My very favorite needle. I could not go on without it. (Insert theatrical sob.) I was sure I had set it down on the table right next to my project. Well, I spent
several hours five minutes moving everything around on my work table, crawling around on the floor under the table, searching my clothing and driving myself half crazy before I found it.
Stuck to the blade of the scissors I'd been using. Can you even see it in the above picture? (Magnetization is not always beneficial.)
I have only one window in my quilt room but the view can't be beat. Aren't I one lucky little ducky?