The threat of winter...

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.

Woodchick

Overwhelmed by the pile of wood I needed to trim down, I asked John for a chainsaw lesson. And after using the machine, I have a new respect for how people managed to harvest wood in the good old days. Yes, it was much faster, but man, what a heavy thing to wield, all while a whizzing chain is flying around. I did only a small amount and then handed it back over to John, my arms like macaroni. I figured it was too dangerous for me to be using if my arms were tired. So now I've earned a new nickname, Woodchick!

Stacking Winter Wood

Ah, another summer chore that I'm finally getting done in October! After chunking up Big Bertha, with a lot of help from my father and brothers, we finally got most of the wood split last weekend. The pile sat in the center of the driveway for a week, with John and I trying to noodle our way around it to park the cars. Each day, after work, I'd stack a little more until darkness called a halt. Today we made some serious headway. Unfortunately, a fair amount still needs to be cut down to fit in the little Jotul. We will be all set for wood for the next two years.

Closing down the garden

One lone sunflower, planted by a bird or chimpunk, flowered behind the woodpile, it's face turning to the sun. Even the basil is leaning towards the southwest as the sun slides further down the horizon.

I spent most of today cleaning up the gardens. The heirloom Brandywines succumbed to the late blight, forcing me to rip out the plants, then pluck the last remnant tomatoes, and a final serving of green bush beans. Curiosity got the better of me--I had to see how our carrots were fairing. Lovely, full-bodies carrots had been hiding under the Swiss chard! Even Callie tried to steal one from my bucket. Never trust a hungry Rottweiler. A few hardy butternut squash survived the squash vine borer infestation, but we won't have near the crop cellared that we did last winter. And as for John's onions--I'm afraid they're green onions, not bunching storage onions. Our remaining pepper plants are enjoying warmth under John's new hoop house (yet another project under construction in the yard). He hopes to plant some hardy winter crops under it soon.

Late summer garden

As things wind down, the coneflowers and phlox reach their glory. The late summer blooms brighten the garden while the asters and goldenrod edge the woods. Each day, I gather up another few handfuls of tomatoes, pick one more zucchini or eggplant, and watch the butternut squash ripen to a pale tan.

Our First Ever Onions!

Yesterday, we picked our first batch of onions! The old tree made a great drying rack.

What's in the harvest?

After the deer trampled and munches their way through the tomatoes, beets, potatoes, cucumbers, and squash, I figured I better salvage what I can. They kindly left the root vegetables (ate the tops of the beets and potatoes), but destroyed the New Girl tomato crop. I wonder why they didn't chomp on the corn? I froze over 8 pounds of the sweet stuff! Next, harvest all the potatoes before they churn them up out of the ground!

Fresh Picks

Our first grape tomatoes have ripened! I also picked the first eggplant, only 5 inches long, but enough to add to the already plentiful zucchini for a little giambotta!

Potato Blight Hits Eliot

John and I spent the weekend digging up the Early Rose and Katahdin potatoes down at the cabin garden. Late blight has struck, so we salvaged most of the crop and have begun a spraying regimen to save the Kennebecs and tomatoes. I pulled the Early Rose at the house as well, although they seemed to have suffered more from wireworm damage and maybe too much moisture in that location. The cabin garden yielded some very interesting potatoes--a family of Mr. Potato Heads. One even reminded me of Wallace from "Wallace & Gromit".

The House Gets a Facelift

The house is looking really nice--no more Band-Aid brown with toothpaste green trim! The crew worked all weekend (since it finally wasn't raining) and got the first complete coat on. What a difference. Even the mailman liked it. He left a note "The house looks great. Nice color!" I'm not sure what to do about the ugly wood front steps. Granite would be nice, but may settle for something a lot less pricey.