After many too many weeks, I’m finally uploading this wonderful composition from Greg Gaylord that I promised in our previous post. Somehow, technology stymies me at times, and blocks my ability to complete what for most folks, especially those without grey hair, and under a certain age, is done with the quick adeptness of fingers on tiny letters….
Definitely FALL on the farm. We’ve weathered killing frost (summer garden is gone!) But those intrepid SWEET PEAS! Such hardy creatures! They’re doing BEST where errant seeds have fallen in the walkways…. still green, still growing, still giving hope for flowers to come early spring! I’ve transplanted ever so many INTO the raised bed, theorizing that they won’t be trompled if they’re a foot off the ground. Persimmons persist. Small but plentiful. Four varieties of popcorn curing in the greenhouse. Strawberry Popcorn seen below, along with chairs ready to be hauled to the barn.
We managed 5 days without power during the PSPS. Twice a day we’d start up the generator to keep our freezers cold and check out news on the internet. We worked with the light…. bed came early. Phones were out for a month….. Just after they put in a temporary cable, the power was shut off, leaving us again with no phone. Needless to say, I will be writing to AT&T…. AND PG&E.
Cowboy Poetry tested our ability to sit through wind, rain and cold… but we, too, persisted. A glorious event, despite the chilling temperature and gusting wind. There are a few photos below, but more can be seen if you go to our local paper and look at edition #326: http://willitsweekly.com
So delightful to have family and friends attend…. Buff surprised us all by showing up early Saturday morning after an overnight flight from Florida, and helped assemble lasagna for the after concert dinner, along with his sister Zarya. Another surprise….. an apparent future chef, grandson James manned the pancake griddle superbly on Sunday morning!
Our friend Sean convinced us to have pizza Friday night…. and then baked 20+ loaves of sourdough on Sunday morning. Exquisite!
Brady, our remaining summer staff member left on Thursday, after completing 3 coats of paint on each of 12 camp cabin floors. What a difference a bit of paint and a good painter make!
While perusing our local paper, The Willits Weekly http://willitsweekly.com for info about Cowboy Poetry, look at issue # 329 as well. There’s an article about the Emandal Chorale’s Choir Director, Don Willis, receiving an award at a recent Board of Supervisor’s meeting. A picture of those of us who could attend and sing for the board is there, too.
Cement for the dairy cow pasture cattle guard was delivered last week, multiple batches of hot sauce were jarred, oodles of jam made (not enough yet), firewood split, garden completely emptied, water off to the cabins….. and now we are awaiting the tree people, who will take down two more enormous dead firs in camp. We’ll attempt to utilize the trunks for seating by the stage, the smaller parts for firewood, and anything chipped, for pathways between the raised beds.
Thanksgiving weekend we’ll have our wreath machine set up, along with lots of greenery. Should you wish, come on out and make one! It is very informal…. and y’all are welcome. Just email us.
Standard Time has returned…. it’s still ever so cold in the mornings and evenings, and excruciatingly hot during the day. Humidity is low. Leaves and grass are crunchy. As they say, good fire weather. Keeping my fingers crossed that rain will soon appear and fire weather will no longer be front and center.