greenstorm (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
greenstorm) wrote2020-09-16 09:36 pm
greenstorm) wrote2020-09-16 09:36 pm
Entry tags:
Lull
The apples are all either in the house, fed to the pigs, or on the ground for the geese -- and the geese were making good work of them, the hope is they'd be gone by late evening/morning.
The last of the 50lbs of tomatoes from this weekend are in the canner in "stewed vegetables", better known as Minnesota Mix. The canner's just starting to steam, soon I'll set the timer for ten minutes, close the vent, and let it come up to pressure.
I have roughly 2.5 5-gallon buckets of tomatoes in the laundry room. 2 of those are just what the pigs have been unearthing; they got pretty serious about digging today and I was worried, so I went over after doing the apples and started digging potatoes in the last little bit of light. I got maybe six feet of one row before it got dark and filled half a bucket. I don't think it'll all be like that, but... I do have roughly a hundred foot of row.
There's a cat sleeping beside me and the rabbit is watching me type with her ears upright. Downstairs the fire has gone out; it's still warm enough that after a day it gets too hot with the woodstove on. I'm letting it go a day or two to soak into the thermal mass of the basement, then off a day or two running on canning heat and thermal mass. It'll be like that until we're well below freezing probably.
Outside Thea is working hard to keep the bears away; I can hear her barking along the fenceline at intervals. I should give her a treat in the morning, she's been exhausted lately when I wake up and this is probably why.
All that's left of really pressing canning season is apples and hot sauce. Well, and sauerkraut and the potatoes that won't keep. The pantry shelves are groaning right now under all the pasta sauce, pickles, and whatnot in there.
I'll need to get more jars for the pig killing; I want to make chili with the extras there.
It's getting dark so early these days. The equinox is almost upon us. Once more down the slide into the beckoning dark, and then eventually up the other side.
I think I'm content.
The last of the 50lbs of tomatoes from this weekend are in the canner in "stewed vegetables", better known as Minnesota Mix. The canner's just starting to steam, soon I'll set the timer for ten minutes, close the vent, and let it come up to pressure.
I have roughly 2.5 5-gallon buckets of tomatoes in the laundry room. 2 of those are just what the pigs have been unearthing; they got pretty serious about digging today and I was worried, so I went over after doing the apples and started digging potatoes in the last little bit of light. I got maybe six feet of one row before it got dark and filled half a bucket. I don't think it'll all be like that, but... I do have roughly a hundred foot of row.
There's a cat sleeping beside me and the rabbit is watching me type with her ears upright. Downstairs the fire has gone out; it's still warm enough that after a day it gets too hot with the woodstove on. I'm letting it go a day or two to soak into the thermal mass of the basement, then off a day or two running on canning heat and thermal mass. It'll be like that until we're well below freezing probably.
Outside Thea is working hard to keep the bears away; I can hear her barking along the fenceline at intervals. I should give her a treat in the morning, she's been exhausted lately when I wake up and this is probably why.
All that's left of really pressing canning season is apples and hot sauce. Well, and sauerkraut and the potatoes that won't keep. The pantry shelves are groaning right now under all the pasta sauce, pickles, and whatnot in there.
I'll need to get more jars for the pig killing; I want to make chili with the extras there.
It's getting dark so early these days. The equinox is almost upon us. Once more down the slide into the beckoning dark, and then eventually up the other side.
I think I'm content.