Don’t Have a Hurry in Me

To say that we have no sense of urgency since the wedding would be a bit of an understatement.

You could say that our “get up and go has got up and went”.

We just can’t find a hurry.

But then, when you consider that in six months we’ve had 2 graduations and a wedding – all pretty major life events – in addition to 3 extended family trips, county fair, and VBS that I planned and directed, it’s understandable.

All we’ve done is plan, hurry, plan some more, hurry some more.

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But there’s some things about fall in the country that demand a bit of urgency. Important things like fencing and preparing the critters for winter and bringing in the last of the garden produce while cleaning up the garden.

And there’s storm doors to install, cold frames to plant, and I should really make a path through the basement and put away wedding things.

This gorgeous weather has lulled us into a false sense of complacency.

Maybe this lovely, lingering autumn will never end.

Maybe that late frost will forget to come.

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After all – my flower beds are beautiful and I’m still harvesting green beans and peppers from my garden.

But then we turned the calendar page to November.

November!

That’s the month before December.

In a few short weeks we’ll be eating turkey with stuffing and doing Black Friday, and putting up a Christmas tree!

Hallmark is already showing Christmas movies!

Vacation is over.

Time to get busy!

Winter is coming!

And I’ll get started right away – just as soon as I finish this chapter and check email.

I wonder who’s on Facebook…

 

 

 

 

 

Apple Cider?

We took a good look at the boxes filled  with this year’s apple harvest and said, “These look like cider apples.”

Mostly small, misshapen, and spotty.

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Yep. These were cider apples.

But we no longer have access to a cider press. It was sold with the rest of the Amish store when the Mast sisters left and we don’t know who bought it.

Bummer.

One second thought – maybe not a bummer. After all – that cider press was a lot of hard physical labor to use.

And I do have a juicer.

12202528_411675992359045_771192925_nAn ACME juicer no less – (Wile E Coyote fans are chuckling right now)– bought at a thrift store.

But this leads to a dilemma.

If it is made on a juicer is the finished product juice? Or is it cider since it’s made using the same principles as the cider press?

And does it really matter? Because that juicer puts out some pretty tasty apple stuff!

Seriously yummy.

Nope. Life’s too short to quibble over labels.

12202400_411675965692381_137645080_nWe’ll just call it delicious and enjoy all we can drink fresh. The rest we’ll freeze in plastic containers for winter.

Oh – and that Christmas mug in the picture? I know it’s only the first of November.

But hey – life’s too short to quibble!

Squash-kins and Other Oddities

SquashkinsRemember how desperate this garden season was? How it just kept raining and plants kept drowning?

There for a while I wondered if I would have any produce at all!

So when I noticed a few volunteer squash plants growing in the garden – I let them stay. After all, at least I would have something from the garden – right?

I knew better.

Squash likes to cross pollinate.

In the back of my mind I was remembering the volunteer squash a few years back that looked like dinosaur eggs and was quite prolific. It took years to totally rid the garden of that useless and ugly ornamental.

But I was desperate this spring and I allowed them to stay, mentally glossing over the fact that they would probably go rogue.

This week buddy helped me harvest these volunteers.

And they are interesting.

We have spaghetti squash like pumpkins.

Pumpkin like spaghetti squash.

And my personal favorite – sweet dumpling squash pumpkins.

They’re like a sweet dumpling on steroids.

We’re calling it a “squash-kin” and think it’s kinda cool.

They’ll sure make interesting fall decorations and some unique winter eating!

Maybe going rogue isn’t so bad after all.

And We Were Thankful

We did Thanksgiving.

Two days.

Two hundred miles.

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Two sides of the family.

Two sets of grandparents.

Two complete turkey dinners with all the fixings.

Aunts. Uncles. Cousins. Babies.

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Shopping.

Snow.

Laughter.

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Games.

Memories.

Twas a glorious time.

(be) Happy (in your) Thanksgiving!

800px-Thanksgiving-BrownscombeThe girls and I decided early in November that we were going to celebrate Thanksgiving all month.

That’s right.

Totally Thanksgiving all month.

We tried, really we did.

But there aren’t many Thanksgiving carols to play.

Or Thanksgiving movies to watch.

I soon realized that Thanksgiving isn’t really a  month long celebration.

It really isn’t a celebration at all.

It’s more of a time to pause.

To savor.

To reflect.

To give thanks.

Thanksgiving stands as a rock of remembrance at the end of November.

A time to recount the blessings we have.

To quiet our hearts.

To adjust our attitudes.

To change our focus.

And as I did, something amazing happened.

I found great joy.

And peace.

And contentment.

I discovered that a thankful heart is a happy heart.

So dear friends, I wish you all a happy Thanksgiving!

Which is to say, may you be be happy in your Thanks-givings today and everyday.