There's been a disturbance in the Force.
The weather is taking the autumnal equinox seriously.
Rain. Wind. Clouds.
No hard frost yet. But that didn't stop me from picking just about every ripening tomato off my vines, just in case.
Today I put up what will most likely be my last batch of the season.
I roasted them with onions, basil, and olive oil and put them in the freezer.
Tomorrow, if all goes as planned, I'll make one more batch of pesto, as the basil will surely go belly up if the temperatures go anywhere near freezing in the coming days.
I've been putting off digging my potatoes. This may or may not be a good decision. They seem content to stay in the soil for now. The vines have long since withered and I'll have to dig by braille. The only indication of their whereabouts are the slightly raised rows of soil.
The butternut squash look like they are almost ready to be picked. When the vines die back, I'll bring them into the pump house for winter.
I have PLANS for those butternut squash. You KNOW what I'll do. Plus I have a new recipe to try with them this year.
I have a little tidying up to do in the wood shed, and there's a flower bed by the back door that I have promised myself to get to this week.
I'm buttoning things up here because a few days from now, I'm heading back east to escort the parental units to their new house in our town. The old stomping grounds. They will be less than a mile from my front door. Which is as it should be at this season of life. Our nuclear family plus my sister in law, will once again be together in the same town. We can't wait. Sometimes I dearly wish that transporters from Star Trek were real. It's a long way from here to there and back again. I find that I have become very fond of this little house at the edge of the woods. I am loathe to leave it, even for such a grand adventure.
My God. I think I have become a Hobbit…..
(Such a ripe and juicy opportunity for a scathing comment. But alas, I am not in the mood tonight. I'm toasting my participles by Bruce and do not wish to be bothered.)
Well, I'll be. We MUST be in a strange place tonight.
Anyhoo…. traveling….
How much knitting do you think I should take to keep me occupied? A Dr. Who scarf? Knee socks of unusual size? A zucchini whale cozy?
Hey, here's a thought. What would happen if I didn't take ANY knitting? What if I only took a notebook and pen and made myself write what happens next to our Violet? I wonder if I would hurt people if I didn't have knitting with me. You know, like pinching the person sitting next to me, like I used to do to my brother on long car rides. [He pinched back by the way….] Would the stewardess whack you if you pinched people sitting next to you because you didn't bring your knitting? Would she refuse to give you peanuts? Or no watered down soda? No pillow for you! And forget about the blanket….
I better take knitting.
It will be better for everyone if I do.
