



My garden is slowing down, frost is looming. This is a mixed-up time of year for me when I feel sort of Jekyll and Hyde-ish towards my garden. I am sad that it is almost done for the year, I will miss the abundance and beauty of it, but at the same time, dang! will I be glad when all the work is done. Sunday I finally canned some tomatoes instead of freezing them.
Yesterday I picked this to make into dinner.
Dinner was pie.
Dessert was more pie.
*only a few more weeks of plum harvesting so we've got to eat a lot of plum pies to get our fillThis is how my garden is looking now. We are collecting seeds for next year and flowers for dyes. We are enjoying our last few weeks of garden time and ignoring any weeds with the smug knowledge that they will soon be frozen and dead. (wha ha ha ha you nasty weeds)

If you had been at my house on Thursday you would have thought my house smelled delicious. I was making green tomato mincemeat and while that might sound gross it is actually quite good. It is full of cinnamon, allspice and cloves and the delicious smells made our cool house seem cozy and warm. 
Even if you had been at my house yesterday you might have thought it smelled pretty good. I was making a tofu, chickpea curry to share with my friends at our Equinox potluck. It smells quite good too while it is simmering on the stove.
On Wednesday my house smelled yucky too, for a bit. We were making some natural dyes out of walnut husks and carrot tops, these don't smell too good while they are simmering away. Although they don't smell nearly as bad as a strong solution of Kool-aid, I think I'd rather have to hang out with the farting dog than to spend a lot of time around Kool-aid. E wanted to use the concentrated Kool-aid solution to dye his yarn. I remember when I was a kid, that in the summer, we used to have Kool-aid as a treat sometimes, and I used to always feel sick after drinking it. (that didn't stop me from drinking it, mind you, it was a treat and I certainly wasn't going to miss out on a treat) In this house it only get used for dyeing yarn and here are some pics of his yarn in progress. It is pictured at the top of the post as it looks when it is finished.
So you can Imagine how upsetting it was to walk into my garage and find part of Squirrel's little body on the floor, obviously done in by none other than....Kitty. Poor little thing. Oh the boys were upset. E especially. He decided to bury Squirrel and so he was buried with his nuts (!?) and the tears of a seven year old, under his favourite Hazelnut tree. E decorated his grave, with flowers and rocks, the next morning and seems to be feeling a little better after a few "circle of life" talks. We could hear a few other squirrels squawking throughout the day so we are pretending to ourselves that it was a "stranger squirrel from the mountain" that Kitty got instead of "ours". I know, I know, but strangely this makes us feel better. But you can bet that I am suffering from some serious bad karma thoughts towards myself and I didn't dare tell the boys what I wrote about the squirrel on here. They are total believers of "the secret" and this momma would not be very popular if they felt that I had put the Kitty get the Squirrel thought out there.
On a brighter note, W has decided that he wants to make t-shirts this year, with messages that he thinks are funny or inspiring. He got some shirts from the thrift store on our last visit, and this is the first one that he made. He is pretty anti-T.V anyway, but he read an article in Owl magazine about the amount of time that most people spend in front of the T.V. He added up the hours that most kids are in school, sleeping hours, T.V. hours and threw in an hour for eating and realized that...WOW!...kids have no play time. So, he likes his shirt.






All in all a good day's work, although maybe not the way a normal person would choose to spend a day on which they were already tired...but I never said we were normal. No, not a bit.
And this is how it looked just before dusk last night.
But I am happy because look what I got. Finally, finally, about two years after picking up this barrel that was marked free on the road side, I got me a rain barrel all hooked up to new downspout. 