The Little Ones
The tiny apples or impaired ones of our year’s crop do not go into storage. They became apple sauce. Great for winter waffles.
The Little Ones
The tiny apples or impaired ones of our year’s crop do not go into storage. They became apple sauce. Great for winter waffles.
Blessed All Saints Day
From a fine ancient church in France, where the saints are remembered and the weathered, old, chipped saints are still treasured.
In the Rain
We got the sensitive plants in the greenhouse today, before the first frost, expected tomorrow.
Before
And we harvested squash. A good crop, but we could have used a couple more weeks. This is part of the crop.
And we got these. We had thought we planted Schwarzwurzeln, and while these were certainly black, and they are roots, they were not the long skinny roots with a mild flavor we were expecting. And they had the wrong kind of leaves. These are short, plump, and taste like radishes. Better luck next year.
A Collaboration
I make the drawing and punch the leaves from bright paper, and she gets it in the mail and finishes adding the leaves on the skirt.
Almost Ready
Some of the rose hips are now in a honey-vinegar concoction, to which will be added ginger, for a winter tonic after it sits for some weeks.
Under the Leaves
This beauty has been growing behind the big leaves spilling out of a raised bed. We don’t know where that seed came from, but we like it.