A few random snowflakes blew around this past Friday, threatening us with an early winter. And as I write, sleet is snicking against the window pane. Wood crackles in the stove while Callie snores in the nearby chair. I'm surrounded by the sweet smell of apples. Last week we picked over 100 lbs. of Macs, Macouns, and Baldwins. I have to move them into mouse-proof containers in the cellar for over-wintering.
This is the time of year when I'm scurrying around like the critters, caching my winter food supplies, stacking and splitting the wood, battening down the hatches in preparation for the impending winter snows. We still have some hardy Swiss chard, parsley, and carrots, braving the sub-freezing temperatures. John's cold-weather greenhouse is working well for extending the life of our remaining green peppers. But I don't think they'll develop much more and may need to pulled to make way for some winter crops. I harvested the last of the basil and oregano which is now hanging to dry in the spare room.
Yup, I love this time of year. The cold sweetness of autumn represents the grand finale to our summer growing season.
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