I had two choices when it came to what to do with those five apples we harvested. You know, the ones the thieving squirrels so graciously left us? 🤨 Yeah, those ones. We could have just eaten them whole, which would have been the healthier choice, but gosh darn it, we planted that tree with …
Yesterday we talked about going over to the Red Barn pumpkin patch in town that sells the ginormous pumpkins for carving (since the ones we grew are for baking more pies!) but it's still a wee bit early for Halloween pumpkins. Plus, I was pretty crippled from our short walk in the park the day …
We finally picked the apples from our apple tree a minute ago, or what was left of them. What should have been at least a dozen (the tree is still young) whittled down to just FIVE apples by the time they were ready to pick. Five. I think the squirrel across the street was stealing …
I went outside last night just after sunset, hoping to catch a final good view of the harvest moon which is in its third day (or night rather) but it was cloudy enough that not even a hint of moonshine was to be seen. Bummer. Oh well, at least I got it the first night …
It is the Harvest Moon! On gilded vanesAnd roofs of villages, on woodland crestsAnd their aerial neighborhoods of nestsDeserted, on the curtained window-panesOf rooms where children sleep, on country lanesAnd harvest-fields, its mystic splendor rests!Gone are the birds that were our summer guests,With the last sheaves return the laboring wains!All things are symbols: the external …
Empty Nest Homesteading 