Don't you love it when
you are talking in a dense fog and the words just spoken seem to hang around in the air? Really pea soup fog the last 2 mornings. Seems like you could reach up and grab a word or two and re-arrange them in the air.
Cooler weather and fog usually mean season change for us. Don't have the wood ordered for the wood burner yet, in fact, the chimney isn't even cleaned. Supposed to be this coming week.
Fall garden looks good. Chinese cabbage, 2 varieties, look very good. Turnips are just beginning to bulb and the fall lettuce is peeking through.
Now I love tomatoes but am getting a little tired of canning them as stewed tomatoes, salsa, juice and quartered ones. Vines look like they could produce til frost, not a sign of disease. Think the neighbors are beginning to pretend to be not home if they see us coming with a basket of tomatoes.. We will have far too many sweet peppers for us to use. Good year for them too.
We picked 12 peaches for a tree that I was sure that there wouldn't be any on. Frost got it just at the wrong bloom stage. somehow these 12 managed to stay on and mature. They were huge, guess if the fruit is thinned that drastically all the sugars and energy goes into the few remaining ones. Almost softball size and delicious.
Fog is almost gone, darn, I was going out and see if I could find a few spoken words still in the air.