Wednesday, October 27, 2010

That Blows

102710 038And blows and blows and blows. Like much of the middle of the country, we’ve been experiencing some weather. In the mountains, more than two feet of snow has fallen, and the ski areas are starting to open. Down by the foothills, though, we’re getting eye-achingly blue skies for the most part – and lots of wind. For three days now.

Which has not been too great for my already crappy tenuous Internet connection.

The wind is blowing in a number of changes. Nighttime temperatures verge on freezing, but some sturdy blooms maintain their beauty day-to-day. Out with the t-shirts in the closet, and in with the sweaters. We made a quick trip up to the Sierra Trading Post to augment our supply of winter fleece on the cheap, and boots have replaced my open-toed shoes at the front of the closet.

Downstairs in my office, the chill has settled in. So far the space heater is still unplugged, but my big, poofy writing chair sports a wool blanket for my feet. I curl there and type or edit, occasionally coming out of my fictional world to watch the whirling yellow leaves outside the window.

102710 026We pulled the tomato plants, but the last of the fruit is sunning in the window. Rosemary, thyme, parsley and chives are back in their big indoor pot. The rosemary grew a lot during it’s summer tenure in garden, and needs to be cut back. I’ll use the trimmings to infuse rosemary-black pepper vodka for the Bloody Marys that are so popular when friends come over for Sunday football games.

706400_carrot_topThe brisk nights have brought the broccoli plants back to production and sweetened the beets, carrots and leeks still in the ground. K got the ladder out and climbed up to rescue the last of the apples. They went into one crisp for us and another for a friend recovering from surgery.

I still have to plant the garlic and spinach for next spring, and put in the tulip and crocus bulbs. The narcissus are beginning to sprout inside, and hopefully will bloom around Christmas. Hyacinth bulbs in different hues await forcing in the garage.

Neighbor Porch 1010Gourds and squash of all kinds hunch next to the ubiquitous doorstep pumpkins around town. Some of them are really strange looking, not at all what I’d call attractive. But some are unusual AND attractive. I think I like the dark pink Princess (also called Cinderella) best. They’re supposed to taste good, too. Anyone know if that’s true?

Knitting Book I’ve assessed my yarn and fiber stash in the basement cabinet, and dug out the yarn winder to wind up loose skeins so they’ll be easy to work with. I’ve been crocheting a lot lately, but found two sweater patterns to try in Knitting Simple Sweaters from Luxury Yarns. I love the classic, one color patterns with simple construction. Busy sweaters don’t suit me or my wardrobe, and these look like some I’ll really wear. Plus, I already have yarn for them in the stash.

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Velvety blue chenille on ball winder

My spinning wheel sits in the living room. During the first game of the World Series tonight, I’ll rub it down with carnauba-and-orange wax and oil all the moving parts. Tucked in the cabinet is most of a bump of natural wool roving along with brown and green dyes. It should spin into enough tweedy sort of yarn for a sweater. Not sure if I’ll get to that or not this winter, but in the meantime there’s plenty of raw fiber to keep me busy in the evenings.

Daily fare has frequently turned to soups and stews, fresh bread and slow-braised meats. Tomato sauce, beef and chicken stocks, and drying herbs scent the air 24/7. I felt like I’d won the lottery when the dairy offered to deliver frozen, pastured, Colorado chickens along with the milk this week.

Not the BIG lottery, mind you. But a nice scratch ticket. I ordered ten and they were delivered yesterday. I swear I heard the freezer groan when I jammed them in there.

What is the wind blowing your way these days?

1 comment:

  1. Reading about all you do makes me want to take a nap, Cricket.

    The weather forecast promised us a few beautiful days coming right up. The calm before the next storm, I suppose.