
In the orchard,
on a log,
with coffee,
in the sun,
with a book,
by the bees,
on two hours sleep,
Fall is knocking at the kitchen door and I am feeling restless. Autumn is my favorite time of year. We've moved often in autumns past, so I am having the urge to move the furniture. I may be the only person moving the island out of the kitchen and putting the table back.
Maybe it's all those British magazines I've been scouring. Dreaming of Aga stoves with bits of laundry drying in the kitchen. I've been craving a table in the kitchen. Next stop: Ikea for a few shelves.
Ikea and I are old friends. When given the choice of pre-assembled cabinets or a wood burning stove for the living room, in the budget of building a house - the stove won - hands down! I spent a month in the basement assembling every last piece of the kitchen.
Almost fifteen years later, we still are hanging on to our first kitchen chairs. Grandma bought us those chairs for our first apartment. They are on their last legs (literally - saved by Gorilla Glue) and I don't have the heart to part with them. I love to sit at the table now while dinner is simmering on the stove.
I've been waiting for this magazine to come out! Enjoying it so far and savoring the read. There is a lovely article about 'Beekeeping in the Burbs' written by Susan Brackney. She is the author of Plan Bee: Everything You Ever Wanted to Know About the Hardest-working Creatures on the Planet. Other fun features: Chicks & Goats in the city, getting rid of your lawn, and how to not be daunted by trying to preserve your harvest. Happy reading!



We've been holding our breath, hoping we'd get some corn this year. It looks like it just may happen! I can remember my parents planting it when I was little, but we haven't done it for years. This year Dad said - We're trying corn!
I accidently knocked over a stock weeding last week and the corn was small, but was looking good. It's gotten quite tall for basically growing in the woods!
As I was sitting out by the camp fire last week I was sure I saw a bat go zipping by. Sure enough, this little lady has taken up residence in the picnic shelter. Glad to see "Stellaluna!"







Taking no chances - all the plants were pulled, bagged, and set in the lower yard to prepare for disposal. I am sick about it. It's been a few days (and I have to admit a few tears later) and I am thinking it has spread to the potatoes. We are digging them up now as fast as we can. 