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It's a beautiful day out today. I think perhaps I can coerce Steph out of the house today (after we've gone to the BMV to update my driver's license). We might go out to the Bluffs, or simply to Leonard Springs trail. Whatever sounds best to us at the time. I'm thinking maybe some spaghetti with homemade tomato sauce, and quorn meatballs for dinner tonight (it'll be good, especially if it's a bit chilly out).
Other things that need to be attended to include picking all the rest of the tomatoes, ripe or not, and clearing out the vegetable garden so that I can put the compost down. We need to look into getting some dirt as well, to spread on top of the compost to keep it down for the winter. Also, I need to finish up the edges of the first half of the corner unit pieces, so's I can get them out of the way, so's I can put the second half (hopefully) on the table, so's we can finally once again park the car in the garage. Not that being outside is hurting Gretta any, but it's nice to have her clean and un-fogged in the morning. I also need to mow the grass. One last (supposedly) time. And I 'spect I oughter get up on the roof at some point here, and clear the gutters of any sticks/leaves/detritus that they may have accumulated over the summer so that they'll be nice and clear for all the leaves. :p
This morning, after leaving Art class, I walked along Indiana Avenue, up toward the IMU and Ballentine. Most of the trees are changing or have changed, and despite it being quite bright and sunny out, the temperature was low (not chilly, just low) and there was a brisk breeze going. Makes me think of picking apples with my family at an orchard when I was young. Or running around outside in Vermont - all over the backyard and the side yard, and down the path to the big rock in the swamp, jumping off that and floundering and thwacking our way through the high water-plants that were everywhere down there, heading for the group of grown-together trees in the middle of the swamp.
Also brings to mind the view off Owl's Head in the fall, all red and yellow and orange, and while you're usually too high to smell it, you can generally see the little plumes of smoke coughing up out of many of the houses in and about Owl's Head, and sometimes you'll get just a whiff of woodsmoke scent, but generally all you can smell is the cold breeze and the warm rock, and moulding leaves, and sometimes the dirt.
I am really into apples right now. Steph and I bought a bag of winesap apples at Musgraves, and they're awesome. I love good sweet crisp apples - not necessarily (indeed usually not) the storebought ones, but ones gotten from an orchard. I'm making myself hungry just thinking about it.
The moon is waning. It was Full Monday morning around 7:00, and now it's paring down again. Soon peach pit, and then a fingernaill, and then a bow. But right now, she's mostly round and full, and if you catch her on the horizon, like we did last night, she's enormous. Hunter's Moon it was, two nights ago - so named because by this time in the year the harvest (historically) was already in, so there was nothing to reap, so one went out of an afternoon and evening, and got the family some meat to go with the stored grain and preserved vegetables and such. Hunter's Moon. Good time for werewolves with their thick coats, better suited to this chillier season than in summer when they're too hot and tend to lounge about until the evening. Samhain's coming up, too. I put out our owl lantern a couple weeks ago. It occurs to me that we ought to get a raven out and about somehow too. The less frugal-minded side of me wants to do up the house good and spooky-like. Of course, such things generally cost. We'll have to go to Target, and look at their metal decorations, and see what they have.
We also need more pumpkins. We're carving a pumpkin each with Mary and Ray sometime this week - and we're carving a pumpkin each at Angela's (a colleague of Stephanie's) pumpkin carving get-together - and we want to carve a pumpkin each by ourselves as well. That's six pumpkins. That's a lot of toasted pumpkin seeds, non?
Oh, here's a little something trivia I noticed, thought it might be fun to share with others, see who can get it: Steph and I watched George Romero's Night of The Living Dead recently. In the movie, what do they refer to the creatures as? (hint: it's not the first thing that pops into your mind. Also, this is the original movie, mind. I'm not talking about any remakes, as I haven't seen them.)
Other things that need to be attended to include picking all the rest of the tomatoes, ripe or not, and clearing out the vegetable garden so that I can put the compost down. We need to look into getting some dirt as well, to spread on top of the compost to keep it down for the winter. Also, I need to finish up the edges of the first half of the corner unit pieces, so's I can get them out of the way, so's I can put the second half (hopefully) on the table, so's we can finally once again park the car in the garage. Not that being outside is hurting Gretta any, but it's nice to have her clean and un-fogged in the morning. I also need to mow the grass. One last (supposedly) time. And I 'spect I oughter get up on the roof at some point here, and clear the gutters of any sticks/leaves/detritus that they may have accumulated over the summer so that they'll be nice and clear for all the leaves. :p
This morning, after leaving Art class, I walked along Indiana Avenue, up toward the IMU and Ballentine. Most of the trees are changing or have changed, and despite it being quite bright and sunny out, the temperature was low (not chilly, just low) and there was a brisk breeze going. Makes me think of picking apples with my family at an orchard when I was young. Or running around outside in Vermont - all over the backyard and the side yard, and down the path to the big rock in the swamp, jumping off that and floundering and thwacking our way through the high water-plants that were everywhere down there, heading for the group of grown-together trees in the middle of the swamp.
Also brings to mind the view off Owl's Head in the fall, all red and yellow and orange, and while you're usually too high to smell it, you can generally see the little plumes of smoke coughing up out of many of the houses in and about Owl's Head, and sometimes you'll get just a whiff of woodsmoke scent, but generally all you can smell is the cold breeze and the warm rock, and moulding leaves, and sometimes the dirt.
I am really into apples right now. Steph and I bought a bag of winesap apples at Musgraves, and they're awesome. I love good sweet crisp apples - not necessarily (indeed usually not) the storebought ones, but ones gotten from an orchard. I'm making myself hungry just thinking about it.
The moon is waning. It was Full Monday morning around 7:00, and now it's paring down again. Soon peach pit, and then a fingernaill, and then a bow. But right now, she's mostly round and full, and if you catch her on the horizon, like we did last night, she's enormous. Hunter's Moon it was, two nights ago - so named because by this time in the year the harvest (historically) was already in, so there was nothing to reap, so one went out of an afternoon and evening, and got the family some meat to go with the stored grain and preserved vegetables and such. Hunter's Moon. Good time for werewolves with their thick coats, better suited to this chillier season than in summer when they're too hot and tend to lounge about until the evening. Samhain's coming up, too. I put out our owl lantern a couple weeks ago. It occurs to me that we ought to get a raven out and about somehow too. The less frugal-minded side of me wants to do up the house good and spooky-like. Of course, such things generally cost. We'll have to go to Target, and look at their metal decorations, and see what they have.
We also need more pumpkins. We're carving a pumpkin each with Mary and Ray sometime this week - and we're carving a pumpkin each at Angela's (a colleague of Stephanie's) pumpkin carving get-together - and we want to carve a pumpkin each by ourselves as well. That's six pumpkins. That's a lot of toasted pumpkin seeds, non?
Oh, here's a little something trivia I noticed, thought it might be fun to share with others, see who can get it: Steph and I watched George Romero's Night of The Living Dead recently. In the movie, what do they refer to the creatures as? (hint: it's not the first thing that pops into your mind. Also, this is the original movie, mind. I'm not talking about any remakes, as I haven't seen them.)