Over the River and Through the Woods
October 11, 2020 - Sunday morning
33 degrees/cloudy skies/calm winds
Pentoga Road
For whatever reason, I sense we've changed seasons overnight. It's just a feeling. Nothing has changed outwardly. It's chilly, still, and dark, just like yesterday at this time, but Saturday felt like a fall morning. Today, one has the sense that winter is quickly approaching. It feels like an early winter morning.
What's that all about?
Though plans changed a bit yesterday, it wasn't without its accomplishments. I finished cleaning the garden in preparation for the winter months. The large onions were transplanted to the end of one bed. Like most gardeners, we use the occasional onion for cooking, but have found that when left to overwinter in the soil, they come back next year and bear the most beautiful flowers that resemble allium bulbs.
We treat our rather pungent and tangy onions as much as a flowering plant as one that can be eaten.
The white carrots were dug. Most are quite large and it required some effort to pry them from the ground. We'll keep a few and give the rest away.
As with the onions, we use our carrots in a different manner than most. Sliced lengthways and fried, they provide a very sweet addition to any meal.
Sargie and I particularly enjoyed our early afternoon drive. We're now chasing the leaves, trying to find small patches of late season color to enjoy.
What was this, a gravel path that we'd missed on our previous meanderings? It led us up a gentle hill and accorded Sargie and me a beautiful view of the shallow valley and fields below.
We stopped by Neighbor Sue's on the way home to move a large maple branch that had fallen into her yard during the last storm. We enjoyed a brief chat before returning home.
With the season getting on and not wanting to cart a ton of apples into the basement, Sargie and I got on with dehydrating more slices.
Yesterday's treats were rolled in Stevia and cinnamon, rather than sugar, to give to friends who have to watch their blood sugar.
I spent the last hours of the day in the shop cutting and laminating (gluing) rings for a new bowl. I've never made one like this before, so it's quite simple... I think. The next step is to mount it on the lathe and begin turning. Since this is my first of this type, I am using scrap pieces of mahogany and pine.
I'd like to work on the bowl a bit, maybe continue on the Lord's Prayer, and we'll take our drive. Oh yeah, there's that mandatory Sunday afternoon grandpa nap.
After all, a man's work is never done.
So are the tales from Pentoga Road...
Our great niece, Aria, cruisin' around in her stroller wearing her shades
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