I found myself with two Robert Frost poems running through my head, so in addition to pictures I'm sharing them here. The first one will make obvious sense - it's about exhaustion from the harvest (and about life and death - but that's what all of Frost's poems are about),
I have an overactive imagination. My children will tell you that it annoys them because I often have a What if... scenario running around in my head. This year, the boy decided that he was going to help my dad and the woodsman with the splitting. I didn't know that he'd be helping to run the splitter. When I went to take pictures, I saw his hand perilously close (in my view) to the machinery, and couldn't help having the second poem flying into my head. The perils of being an English major.
Goodness - do you see what my children have to put up with? Luckily, and because he was safely being taught/observed by his father, the end of my boy's wood helping day was very different.
Anyhow, we are now done with the big harvest projects. Hooray! The girl and I have plans to make some apple pies and dumplings for the freezer, the boy and I have sauerkraut and kimchee to make, and I need to continue to bake and mash winter squash, but those are all little projects. Goodbye canner. Goodbye jars. So long to long days of work in the kitchen. Is it ski season yet?
|This photo is actually from two weeks ago, and it's at our house. But, I found it on my mom's computer and I couldn't resist putting it up. It's such a good fall picture - blankets in the morning.|
|The kittens are growing up.|
|We harvested the squash, not the cats.|