There's so much bounty from the garden right now. My dining room table is taken over with canning jars ready to be filled. More pickles, some tomatoes, and soon, applesauce. I love this time of year. Sweet September, with autumn beckoning and sumac turning red along the creek, always one of the first signs of fall. And it's my birthday month! But Indian Summer, where did you go? The skies are gray and there's a nip in the air. I'm not quite ready to slip back into socks and sweaters and close my bedroom windows at night.
I love this little vintage cutting tool. The serrated edge makes perfect pickle chips...
...and another yummy addition to the pantry.
Sometimes I find this time a year a bit overwhelming with all that needs to get done before the weather lowers the boom on us, and I'm definitely feeling that urgency right now. Like a crazed squirrel gathering nuts. Making lists and checking them twice. I'm often working on so many things at once around here. However, I do remind myself to appreciate what I have accomplished this summer, and I'm so hugging myself right now for finally sewing up some new curtains for the kitchen. Sixteen panels in all. Yes, I did have a bit of a production line going. But I spent one afternoon cutting, and a couple of weeks sewing in my spare time. I'm thrilled they're done because it was a project that's been on hold for such a long time...mainly because I just couldn't find the right fabric. Then last month, just by chance, I ran across a whopping big bolt of lovely off-white cotton lawn (at a thrift shop of all places), and I couldn't believe my luck. Plus—it was "on sale" for half-price that one day. So double-woot! Not bad for covering eight large windows for $15.
Turkey Talk:: Thought some of you might like to hear an update on Turkey Lurkey and her flock of chicks, that I blogged about a few weeks ago. They have been making frequent visits to our house, although sadly mother turkey is hopping on one leg, apparently the victim of a predatory attack. I've been sitting here watching her hop along with her crumpled leg drawn up, still diligently herding her chicks, and standing guard over the remaining five left (out of a dozen). They often nap in my flower bed. It makes me a little sad to witness their struggle to survive, but how I admire their fortitude. I know that wild turkeys can create problems when left unchecked, and we often hear such stories about that from a nearby town that is over-run with them. But I like watching them pass through, and do appreciate their foraging and feasting on those pesky summer bugs. They do seem to enjoy the cracked corn and raisins I (ahem) "accidently" toss out on occasion too.