Is It November?
omehow we missed Fall. Chores have changed, Jane has been sleeping in her stall at night. That means a wheelbarrow of goodness for the garden each morning…but wait, I’m not ready for that. Moving the cows means full rain gear or risk getting soaked to the skin. My hoe has been traded for an axe, I’m splitting wood every day now because I am lighting the fire.
It’s been raining cats and dogs. Preserving activities are feeling more fall-like. A failed batch of butter and my remaining cache of chanterelles yielded 42 half pints of sautéed mushrooms for pizza or maybe at least a cup of mushrooms a week for some yet to be thought of meal. That about stuffed the freezer full, and my pork is coming soon. Ugh. Tomorrow I am going to tackle the tomatillos I think, thanks to Marisa I will can the salsa instead of freezing it using this recipe.
While there is talk of warmer weather coming soon, more normal for a Pacific Northwest fall, I’m glad to be settling in by the fire at night. More reading is on tap, I received Fields of Farmers today in the mail. I know it will be a good one, Joel Salatin never is at a loss for words. I still have some biggish harvests to take care of once the weather breaks, but until then, I am burrowed in for a spell.