Perhaps it is the cooler temps and soggy ground – (stereo)typical weather of New England states – but whatever the cause, the fall color has been vibrant this year. If only our trees were a little bigger.
The cabin blends nicely with the natural color. Almost like we planned it. Maybe Anne did – I’m a little color challenged.
Planting greens and other cool weather crops into the hoop house has been on the list of things to do for a couple of weeks now. Now we have six bags of spinach, radish and butterhead lettuce seeded. We’re guessing the bag planting will be fine for these shallow root crops. I did over-plant each bag so heavy thinning will be in order, but the seeds are older and germination might be less than optimal in these cooler conditions. Although it wasn’t cool in the hoop house at all when I was planting. The sun was shining and with only a light wind – probably over 80 degrees. It’s all a big experiment — later we will share some wildly anecdotal conclusions based on our initial results and experiences.
What a difference a new window can make! Looks clean and seems tight enough, and it opens and closes. What a bonus. The window we took out from here wouldn’t really close all the way, and it had no screen. The sill is walnut and eventually all the trim in this room will be walnut too. We enjoy the natural edges of the wood, and this curved sill will make a nice perch for Peaches.
On the heels of the death of Page, an old family dog that lived most all its life in complete happiness with my sister, this old girl shows up at our back door. That will teach me to build such an awesome deck. Seriously, how is a dog to resist?
We spent the better part of the morning finally meeting our neighbors while looking for her owner. No luck so far. We’ve left fliers in mailboxes too. She’s such a sweetheart it pains us to think someone has lost her, or worse, just left her in the country. She rode with us while tractor shopping. She really seems to like the car and the indoors and people. She’s lost without people. I’ve never heard such sorrowful cries from a dog.
No one has called so I kind of doubt we will find an owner at this point. I suppose this is part of living in the country. It’s the crappy part. On the other hand, it was nice to be neighborly. At one house we met a talkative bird older than we are. At another house we were uncomfortably surrounded by cats. They were everywhere. They were like liquid cats there were so many of them – flowing from barn holes and oozing from the ground. And they all looked really healthy too. More often, farm cats are miserable looking creatures.
Anne is looking for an animal control number to call in case anyone has reported a missing dog. What else can we do? Anyone need a lovable old dog?
