We’ve been working on harvesting a lot of the garden. We pickled the green beans (our new favorite thing to do with them) and froze all the peas. We made some of the zucchini into bread and we’ve been enjoying fresh tomatoes along with dinner.
This weekend we were all out in the garden. Mason and I were picking all the peas. Emma and Caleb were eating them. Every time we would move the colander down the row, Emma would get mad at us. At one point I smiled at her and said, “well, we’re the ones doing the work.” She looked sweetly up at me and said, “Mom! I’m working too! I’m working on eating these peas!”
And another one from Emma’s world:
Emma: Mom, can you cover up my baby?
Me: Sure. (Pulling the blanket up over her baby doll, tucked under her chin)
Emma: No Mom, all of baby. Her face is cold too.
Me: (covering all of baby) How is she going to breathe then?
Emma: (Looking at me like I’m crazy) Mom, she doesn’t breathe. She’s a FAKE!
And because school is officially starting tomorrow and for the next 9 months I will be teacher and mom and the one sending Mason to 1st Grade and Emma to Preschool (already!): Dear Teachers: You’re Not Fooling Me.
It’s looking a lot like spring around here. The wind is blowing like crazy. The roads mingle between mud and frost covered caked mud. The Pasque flowers are covering the fields. The greenhouse is looking a lot more green.
Above is our honey locust seedlings. Mason carefully gathered 95 (yes he counted them!) of them last fall and was paid a whopping 8 cents for his work (which he thought was awesome). Now they’re planted and starting to sprout. It’s been fun watching the very beginning of trees.
Below is our broccoli seedlings. We’re trying something new this year and are looking forward to having some broccoli in the garden.
There’s lots more keeping us busy between the tomato starts, fruit trees in buckets in the garage, current bushes waiting to be transplanted, peppers, herbs, and plenty of salad greens. Happy Spring!
Snow is in the forecast. We’re supposed to dip to 11 degrees tonight. It’s time to put the garden to bed. We’ve spent plenty of time out there harvesting, pulling up dried plants for seed, and moving things around. It’s hard to believe how nice the weather actually was for all of October. Usually we’re bundled up, fighting the weather to get things cleaned up.
We did harvest all the corn from the small garden. The chickens have been put to work digging around in there. From the large garden we turned most of the cabbage into sauerkraut, keeping a couple heads to eat. We planted our garlic and canned all the remaining carrots. We have canned several batches of beets, but still have several rows left to harvest.
We thought we would finish up this weekend, but Caleb caught us all off guard when we came down with a cold that quickly turned to croup and then kindly shared with me and Ryan. We spent most of the weekend inside playing Uno, drinking tea, and taking turns napping.
This morning we cleaned out the greenhouse, pulling all the tomatoes and peppers. We have several starts of spinach and beets to carry us through the colder months.
Sometimes after all the fun work of the summer it’s hard to make ourselves actually finish up everything before the weather turns. It’s just one of those things that must be done. Winter will be here before we know it.
One of our biggest successes in the garden this year was growing corn. We got this seed from Montana, called Painted Mountain. We haven’t really been able to grow a sweet corn for eating, but this variety seems to thrive. We’re going to grind it into cornmeal once all the ears are dry.
We had so much fun shucking it because each ear surprised us with its colors. It was hard to pick a favorite, but we saved a few ears for seed for next year.
The timing was perfect, because we’ve been studying Indians and one activity we wanted to do was corn husk crafts. We decided to turn those pretty husks into a wreath.
We just twisted them around a piece of wire, holding them on with some twine.
I love the variety of colors! Happy Fall.