It’s still cold and snowy but change will be coming soon.
What’s that in Fahrenheit? Minus 16 Fahrenheit. That’s not so cold. What’s everybody yammering about? Well, most of the yammering is coming from the Toronto stations. What a bunch of whiners. They are too lah-di-dah for me sometimes.
Well, look who’s talking. I’ve been hibernating most of the winter making my soups and stews and watching Netflix. But, you don’t hear me complaining.
I’ve thought of joining the snowbirds and flying south for the winter. I don’t know. Where would we go? Somewhere more interesting than Florida, I hope. Besides sitting on the beach and going out for dinner, what would we do?
What about Portugal. Or Italy. You know – somewhere warm. Of course, that would involve getting on a plane.
Or, I could just stay home.
There’s no getting around it. Freshly fallen snow under sunny skies is a sight to behold. That is until the snow plows come by and throw all the muck on our property. Then the sanders and the salters do their thing – not once, not twice but with every snowfall. The trick is to get out there and take pictures before their appearance. Of course, that’s not always possible because these services run 24/7.
Well, it’s not that bad. They’re doing their job so we can drive safely on our roads without slipping and sliding all over the place. In the Spring another set of trucks roll by vacuuming up the sand that invariably gathers by the side of the road. That’s when you know Spring is really here.
Unfortunately, we often get grey skies and it doesn’t snow every day. Whether our furry weatherman, Wiarton Willie sees his shadow or not, it’s still six weeks of winter.
I’m not really complaining. I like evenings spent by the fire watching Netflix. I like making soups and stews this time of year. And I like dreaming of the garden and what it will become this Spring. Definitely, the anticipation is better than the reality which is a lot of sweaty work while covered with bug repellant and oh those achy muscles. Despite that, we can’t wait to get dirty. Working in the garden is when I’m happiest. Don’t ask me why. There’s no explanation.
They’re just little now and look a bit sparse but we had to give them room to spread. They come alive in the winter.
Except for a few more trimmings we’re pretty well done putting the garden to bed. I still have a lot of watering to do to help the new cedars survive the winter. I’m told to water right up to hard freeze. Also, I’m leaving the kale. It gets better tasting with the frost. What an awesome plant. It just keeps producing and producing. And it’s highly nutritious so it’s a win, win.
I still have to purchase some black mulch to put around the Japanese Maple etc. Oh and I have to bring in the tropical tree we’ve had outside all summer. Fig tree, I think it’s called. It can take light freeze but not hard freeze. So, almost finished but not quite.
We’ve bought and carved the pumpkin and it’s sitting outside waiting for Halloween. We don’t get many kids but we’re always ready for them.
It’s turkey time. Got the bird. Got the trimmings. Just making dessert now. My favourite time of year.
We’ve had the strangest year – a record cold and long winter, a wet spring, a rather cool summer and now it looks like fall has started early. Let’s hope for a long and wonderful fall before old man winter settles in.
I’ve had a good crop of veggies this year. I had planted and sown everything before my accident. I don’t think I’ll plant snow peas anymore. They’re great and we so enjoy them but when the season is over, it’s over and I can’t freeze snow peas.
Roma beans are wonderful and very hard to find in supermarkets. I planted 2 rows this year. I’ll plant 3 rows next year. They freeze so well. I had a lot of beets and made pickled beets from the root and froze the leaves. Swiss chard did very well as did the kale and I’ve preserved a lot. My freezer is packed with vegetables. I had a good crop of basil and made several jars of pesto. I also canned other things such as peach chutney, chili, peaches,
I look around the garden in mid September and I see where I’m sadly lacking in the interim summer/ fall interest. The trees that are slowly changing colour, tiger-eye sumac looks lovely. Oh, let’s not forget the staghorn sumac which is in the process of turning crimson red. We’re not there yet. The trees have not changed colour yet and neither has the burning bush or the sumac. So, it’s the interim between summer and autumn that is a problem right now. That’s where the cosmos would have held up the garden if only Charlie had watered more than just three times the whole summer. Oh well, 12 weeks a slave. He did take good care of my every need during that time.
I guess it’s time to stop complaining and whining. It will be a while before I can do what I did before but not too long. At least I’m back sleeping in my own bed beside my husband. I can get up and down the stairs pretty well. My body needs to be strong again.
Charlie did a great job keeping the garden cut and trimmed – everything but watered. He hates watering and it’s not my favourite thing either but I do it anyway. Some plants did well – others not so much. Now that I’m better, I’ll take that job over and hope no serious damage occurred. I’d do it today but he has an appointment with an ophthalmologist and I’ll have to drive him home. I’m sick of doctors but they are needed, aren’t they?
The trees seem to be turning early this year. I saw the first red maple leaf mid July. Two weeks early. I usually don’t see the first turning till the end of July. Oh well, autumn will come when it comes.
This weekend I’ll be in the garden pruning and watering. Back to normal. I’ll take some pictures and post them.