Yesterday was a glorious day. Rick made good use of the weather to sweep up the leaves that had fallen so far.
It's a good thing he did, because today the wind is
roaring from the east. East winds usually bring us
hot, dry weather in the summer; I guess they can bring
cold, dry weather as well, thanks to
the Polar Vortex that's running rough shod over most of the continent. After a warmer than average fall, it is suddenly colder than average; I guess that averages out, huh? ;-)
With a freeze in the forecast, last night I enlisted Rick and we went to the garden with a flashlight to see what we could harvest.
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| Picked but not shown – the last of the rhubarb |
There are some small green bell peppers and another small sweetmeat squash under all those green tomatoes. Since I still have green tomato relish in the pantry, I will let these ripen on the counter. Not as good as vine-ripened, but they will be every bit as good as store-bought – and "cleaner."
As you can see, there are still plenty of leaves yet to fall. My camera does not do the colors and quality of light justice, but I keep trying.
That's Bittersweet, above. And here's the man of the year, Blake, politely asking for a chin rub and wagging his tail with gratitude when he gets one:
I've been turning the non-breeding group out for short periods; don't want them overdoing it on that rich, green grass.
Dear old Annabelle. She does okay unless rushed or pushed; it takes very little to knock her off her feet these days. That's why she gets a protected corner in the fold; out in the pasture I just pray the hoodlums stay away from her.
Those hoodlums would be the three big lambs and Marta, four years old and still acting like a silly schoolgirl!
That's it for now from . . .
