It might be just me, but it feels like summer and fall were physically shorter than normal this year. Like the teenager of Summer hit an early growth spurt and is now a towering youth with aspirations of becoming a Frost Giant.
After several heavy frosts and snowing all last weekend, I'd say he's already been doing pretty well at it.
This morning, I looked out at the world through a softening white filter--all except a perfect, green circle underneath our trampoline. My phone said it was -5C!
Now I am fretting that my pumpkins in the shed may have frozen.
Except these two. They have been ripening inside, and I'm trying to decide if they are ready to be turned into pumpkin pies this weekend or not.
Mmmm. Homemade pumpkin pie from fresh pumpkins.
The boys all began swimming club this week. Between that and the children's musical that Jude and Jabin are participating in, the new writing critique group I started on Monday night, doctor's and vet's and hair appointments, plus all our regularly-scheduled programming, this week has been the most highly-scheduled week the Winters household has experienced in a long time.
On top of that, Jason and I had a very much unscheduled extra stressor that filled up any spaces that were left (and took over some of the other ones, anyway.)
Thankfully, my mom helped me pull in the last 1 1/2 beds of potatoes yesterday.
Now I just have to bring in the last 1/2 bed of carrots and put them... um, I've got nowhere to put them.
Want some carrots?
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I'm hoping I can get these ripe tomatoes into a preserved form before they all start rotting.
I'll squeeze that in somewhere between play practice and carrot harvesting and writing and... it might just be time to take something off my plate. Or hold on with white knuckles until this month is over.
Because no matter how organized you are, there are times when you just need to take something out of the schedule.
Whew. I'm so glad it's almost the weekend.
How about you, friends? What is your October looking like so far?
A photo essay of what's been filling up my blog silence.
Nothing like a few garden herbs growing inside in winter to bring back memories of summer. Oh, sunshine, how do I miss thee? Let me count the ways...
Some years, the garden just sucks. But this year, my flourishing herbs and giant carrots and surprise petunias all worked together to heal my hurting heart. And I am so grateful for it.
It's been a crazy week. Next year, I'm going to look into growing a clone of myself in my garden. :-) Here's a few of the blessings that came with the crazy in the shape of a bountiful harvest.
A collection of my favourite daily moments in the last 1-2 weeks.
Who needs a gym? Five hours digging and pulling and ripping out quack grass roots on Sunday afternoon and I've barely been able to walk for the last 36 hours...
"Chaos often breeds life, when order breeds habit." Henry Adams. Boy, do I hope that's true, because chaos abounds right now!
We all have "cinquefoil" in our lives. Sometimes it sneaks in because we just don't have the time or energy to deal with it right then. Eventually, though, we have to stop and examine the things we fill our lives with and question, "Is this still of value to me? Is this something I want to nurture right now?"