The act of burning small splits of wood in the wood stove before heating season begins.
Autumn is officially here for us.
The evening is cool and damp. Just calling for a
"stick fire" to take the chill off..
Hubby had a tub of "sticks" split and at the ready on the front porch.
You know, just in case.
He finished the fire place surround this spring. It only took me 7 years to decide what to put on the wall behind the wood stove. He built the mantle for me from a photo. I still need to prime and paint it. So much better than the drywall backer board with the footprint on it.
Autumn has come and we are finally getting around to putting the garden to bed for the winter. It makes me sad to see it go.. There are a few lingering tomatoes that we are still picking at, the beets still need canning, but Dad dug the potatoes yesterday.
All the potatoes..
Including those crazy Georgia Jet sweet potatoes.
They seem to get bigger and bigger every year! Makes me wonder what is going on under those hills of vines on hot summer nights.
Two potatoes next to size 10 (mens) boot.
One weighed 3 pounds, the other 3.5 pounds.
Dad holding a 3 pounder here..
I think we dug a larger one up last evening in the final hill. The cart was so heavy I could barely pull it to the garage. We were thinking of canning / freezing some.. due to the size.
The heat coming off the water kept the inside of the boat warm as the sun went down.
Geese flying South overhead.
Wanting to keep winter a bay a bit longer..
I'm not ready to come in yet.
Nope. Not yet.
~photo taken via cell phone as I was being pulled over by the Fish Police. Who knew red lights ( we were wearing red bicycle safety lights on our vests) were illegal on non-motorized boats? Just trying to not get run over by a pontoon boat in the dark. Using white lights only now.. thanks Fish Police for filling us in!!~