Nature's amazing colors

What an amazing sunset! Sometimes I am just awed by nature's color palette. At moments like this, I wonder if anyone else out there is thinking the same thing I am as they gaze at the skyline. I stopped splitting up the evening's wood, ran inside for the camera, snapped and stared.

Hairy beets!

I dug the beets out from under the snow-flattened row cover (should have taken it down a month ago), and was surprised to find so many. Most of them are not well-developed with hairy rootlets everywhere, but that won't stop me from cookin' them up tonight! Yumm!

Winter Carrot Harvest

I dug up the last of the carrots today. We had been harvesting them as we needed, but with the recent snowfall, and more due later this week, I figured it was time to dig them up. Between hungry mice, and a vegetable-loving Rottweiler (she some of last winter's crop) with her nose in the snow, we decided to pull them all. I weighed in 6 pounds worth! Take that and add it to all we've eaten, it was well over 12 pounds as near as I can tell. Definitely a crop worth having! Note Callie the hungry dog at the edge of the picture, eyeballing the harvest in my hands!

Snow at last!

Our first snow of the season started yesterday afternoon, but by 10 p.m. the ground was blanketed in white. Even the roads had accumulated enough to send the plow trucks out. We woke up this morning to a very Christmas-like scene. The heavy snow stuck to everything--four inches of the stuff! I've thought about getting out the xc skis, but with no solid base, I'm afraid I'll bottom out in muck. Heck, it was 65 degrees a few days ago! I don't think the ground in frozen enough, but this is a start, the first step towards a winter of fun.
The house looks lovely with its new colors, I just wish I'd completed the garage as well. Thankfully, I cleaned out the gutters Friday evening, just in time. But we still need to bury our potted plants in the garden and the balsam in the leaf compost pile. Maybe this year, we will decorate our Charlie Brown tree.
A day like this inspires me to get cooking for Christmas. We've got the fire stoked, warm enough to keep Callie (curled up in my chair) comfy. All I need now is more snow, and caroling in the background.

A mild November with dreams of a cold December...

Last weekend found John and I planting garlic, and starting spinach and kale in the hoop house. With these warm days, we've put off many of the usual October tasks, such as putting the strawberry pots into the ground. Our mini-Christmas tree (a mere seedling received years ago on Earth Day), is now well beyond a Charlie Brown tree, reaching almost 3 feet in height. It will spend another winter, buried in the leaf compost, awaiting a re-potting next spring.

We picked just over 2 pounds of carrots, luscious and frost-sweetened from the two gardens, as well as a couple more cabbage heads, and tasty sprigs of broccoli. The swiss chard continues to brave the sub-freezing temperatures, thawing mid-day so we can pick some for dinner. And the hardy parsley, lush and verdant, provides the freshes herbs possible, from the garden to the pot!

Today is another day of working on the woodpile. I seem to always be cutting, splitting and restacking. Who said it warms you twice? More like four times around here! But I relish these crisp days, woodsmoke in the air, and the smell of freshly split maple and oak in the yard.

Much as I enjoy the continued garden bounty, I'm ready to see a white blanket on the ground. Skiing is just around the corner, as I wait patiently by the woodstove, re-reading my favorite classic on ski-camping and checking up on ebay for a spare pair of dirt-cheap Epoke skis. The skis that circumvented Mt. McKinley are no longer made, but I cherish my pair--as close as you'll come to the all-round perfect cross-country ski.

Waiting for the pot

Which looks the yummiest? Right now, the Macs are prime (on the right). There's nothing like the crunch of a crisp Macintosh on a blustery October day. The Macouns (on the left) are a close second, but since they store longer, they will have to wait. And lastly, the heritage Baldwin, our longest storing apple (in the middle) will be the last variety we eat. In the meantime, I'll make up a big batch of rosy applesauce with the Macs. Callie isn't too particular. She'll eat any bit of apple--they're all good to her!

The apples give my cellar a lovely aromatic smell. And it's a comfort to see all the fruit and vegetables stored down there for the coming winter ahead.

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.