Sunday, November 1, 2015
Counting My Riches
Why did I say it was almost November this morning when it is obviously already November and why did none of you point that out?
I was so busy changing clocks last night (well, okay, two of them) that I forgot to change the calendar.
Oh well. So. Today has been a day. I did get out and work in the garden for about five fucking hours and cleaned out the hen house and if I have an ounce of strength left in me, I am going to go back out to the garden to thin some more micro-greens (haha!) for a salad. Jessie and Vergil are bringing the Old Man Baby by for a short visit on their way home and I want to be able to have a salad ready and oh yes, I have focaccia rising. What the hell is wrong with me?
I hear they are bringing lots and lots of organic apples and some cider and need to store some in our garage refrigerator. I'm pretty excited about this. Have any of you ever made apple butter? I would love to make some apple butter. Jessie's going to make and can some applesauce for when Gus is old enough to have some.
Mr. Moon is home and he did get one deer and that will be our sausage this year. I feel guilty writing this, knowing that some of you are vegetarians but it's the truth. I knew a woman once who turned down some vegetable and venison soup I made because it had "Bambi" in it but she ate meat all the time. She was simply foolish. I respect vegetarians with all of my heart and have often said that if I had to kill and clean my own meat I would be one too. I suspect that many of us meat-eaters would be.
Well, that's enough of that. I have our air conditioner on and have taken one shower and feel certain that I'll have to take another before bed because that first one only removed the top soil. I am stiff and sore and exhausted but I am happy and the garden looks beautiful and I will get to kiss and hold Gus soon and kiss my daughter and her husband and all-in-all, it's been a very good day, work-wise, at least, and we shall be eating salads and cooked greens all winter long and that's a beautiful thought.
And venison. And eggs.
I may not always know what month it is but I am fabulously wealthy.