So, it's officially apple season here, in New York. The weather is in full herky jerky mode. A few days ago it was in the low 60s, yesterday it was in the upper 80s. We had a week and a half where we had to water the garden, daily. It's been raining now, off and on, for three days. We love it all and secretly pray the fall on, but don't want to openly wish time to speed on. Sarah and I are truly Fall's children. Sarah loves to play on her sailboat, like an autumn leaf being blown by the Northern winds out and skirting across the water. I rummage through my hats for for a little more warmth, and pull my flannels out of the back of the closet.
At Pat's I picked apples as people have for ages and used a bag that was probably made around the time the first apple was picked.
Here's a secret picture I took of Pat (she hates it when I pull the camera out and usually goes diving out of view) with all her creatures, great and small.
We both agree that our home is looking pretty great.
Erik and I met for a brew at the Crooked Rooster and then went up to Seneca Gun Sports to look at .22s. Fall means small game season! Rabbit stew and maybe some duck and turkey, too!
Our friends at Hopshire Farm celebrated their new New York licensure that allows them to sell beer by the pint! The held a party and served beer in Ball pint jars and pulled pork sandwiches.
I continue to split and stack wood for the winter. Always trying to be more like the ant than the grasshopper!
This is the A-frame that I built for our cucumbers and squash plants. The cucumbers love it, but the squash is rejecting it.
Our hop vines did pretty well for their first season. They will get bigger and stronger every year.
I like my new knife and wanted to carry it. There is no leather shop around here so I made a temporary sheath out of the box the blade blank came in.
I'm gonna make some brandy, so I picked some apples...
And some more...
and some more...
and, finally, some more.
Sarah did some weed whacking under the apple tree.
Found this cool little arboreal trilobite in the tree.
I made this out of a pallet (part of a pallet to be accurate)
I made these with the help of master canner Sarah Bassman. Thanks Babe-O!
We both agree that our home is looking pretty great.
6 comments:
Are the hop vines away from where the dogs can reach? Or are your dogs just smart enough to not eat them?
Hahaha! No, the vines are definitely within reach. The dogs prefer the tomatoes and green beans. No kidding! Every now and again we find tomatoes and beans with bites out of them.
Only reason I ask, is because everything I read has warnings about the making sure dogs do not eat the hops because they could be poisoned. Our IPA goes into bottles next Thursday and we are starting a Pumpkin Ale on Sunday!
That's great! Save me a bottle of those and I'll put a pint of shine and a bottle of applejack aside for you.
Nice article in the paper. It really sounds like a cool opportunity with lots of freedom and room to grow.
Continue to be AMAZED at how much you and Sarah pack into your days!! Really looking forward to our visit in October - finally settled on the date - sorry so complicated. Good luck this week. I am so excited for you. What a rare opportunity for a classroom teacher...so hoping it is the beginning of something great. LOL
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