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"The summer-like heat stood in stark contrast to the diminishing daylight, creating an unsettled feeling. One part of my head wanted to madly keep stashing the harvest like a squirrel stocking nuts. The other part had a desire to find an ice cream cone and kick back and relax." This is the warmest start to September that I can recall, barring about 2 days at the beginning of the month. We're running 10 to 15 degrees above average, which is making fall chores rather toasty. We could use a good rain again, especially with all the heat. I don't know about you, but as the days get shorter, my nesting instinct kicks in hard. I'm so glad that we have our fire wood stocked, and the canning pantry and root cellar are nearly full. With the hot weather, we're digging potatoes only as we use them, rather than moving them to the root cellar, as they'll keep better in the ground. One common mistake that people make is to think that root cellars constantly maintain the same level of coolness, like a refrigerator. What actually happens is that the root cellar does stay somewhat cooler than above ground storage, but the temperature varies with the ground and air temperatures. (We explain all the details in Root Cellars 101.) What changes do you make in your routine for fall? Do you stock up a little extra, change your recipes up, or maybe buy some more reading material? Maybe things get even busier for you this time of year? Share your thoughts and let me know. All our best to you and yours, Laurie (and August IV, August V, and Duncan) P.S. We are still planning to fire up the apple press this afternoon, Sunday (9/15/24) from 1pm to 4pm. Come on out to try a sample of cider and see the press at work. If you'd like to bring your own apples and containers, we'd be happy to press them into cider for you. Apple cider freezes well, or you can preserve it by turning it into hard cider. We'll also be pressing elderberries into juice. If there's interest, we can make up some elderberry syrup. Our address is E1595 Old Settlers Rd, Denmark Wisconsin. This week's featured articles...In response to our dwindling daylight, I put together a list of tips for seasonal depression, including some graciously shared by our readers. Leave a comment on the article share tips we may have missed. How do you know when to harvest your pumpkins and squash, and what's the best way to store them? We'll show you when and how here. As we head into heating season, some people are considering wood heat. Before you buy a woodstove, there are several things you need to consider. We sent 6 of Sassy's ducklings (now mostly feathered out teenagers) off to a new home this week. You can see the crew together on their last day here. Join the Herb of the Month Club with Joybilee Farm |
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The frost covered thistle rosettes spilled across the lawn like a box of scattered Christmas ornaments, glistening in the pale morning light. They'd popped up from a mother bull thistle on the edge of the chicken run that I'd allowed to seed out the previous fall. Yes, we could have removed it, but the bumblebees love the blossoms so, and the songbirds feast on the seeds before they scatter. And so we share the yard with our wild guests - thistle, bee, and bird alike. We've endured another...
The joyful chorus of spring peepers was a reassuring sound. The world at large might be chaotic, but as far as our sweet amphibian neighbors were concerned, it was time for exuberant romance. It always amazes me how creatures the size of my thumbnail could fill the evening with their songs. The rain continues here in northeast Wisconsin, but at least it's not freezing. Conditions today are wet with a side of wet. The ducks and frogs are thrilled, as evidenced by the happy quacking during the...
One morning, the ground was barren and frozen, paths stripped of vegetation from heavy winter traffic. The next morning, it was covered in ice, slicker than a Zamboni polished rink, and much tougher to navigate. By that afternoon the ice once again turned to mud, and as the day wore on and the rains continued, the entire yard was awash. Still, though it all, the trees buds slowly swelled, waiting patiently for the promise of true spring. I know the calendar says, "April", and "spring", but...