First frost and holiday musings
Mark
and I took a quick trip up north this past weekend to experience our
first real sailing lesson, to hang out with old buddies, and then to
enjoy a beautiful wedding. (Congratulations, Kira and Erskin!)
We thoroughly enjoyed
the decadence of eating out, luxuriating in a hot bath, and having no
chores. But after just two days, we were sick of the big
city. Despite seeking out vegetables on every menu and snacking
on a big bag of fruit stand apples lugged from home, I was starting to
feel malnourished without my farm fresh produce, greenery, and fresh
air.
Back home, we see the
frost came calling while we were gone. I always have mixed
feelings about the first frost. Seeing the blackened leaves on
the tomatoes, okra, squash, 
and
basil, I know that the bounty of summer is truly over. On the
other hand, summer weeds have blackened too, so the first frost gives
me an inkling of the serenity of winter. I know that in just a
few months I will be aching for an excuse to push my hands into the
soil again.
Of course, the first
frost brings its own bounty. Oyster mushroom logs that sat
dormant all summer have sprung into life! Good thing I found a
small stack of freezer containers in the barn while preparing for our
trip. I guess I could squeeze a few more quarts into our
jam-packed freezer.
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About us: Anna Hess and Mark Hamilton spent over a decade living self-sufficiently in the mountains of Virginia before moving north to start over from scratch in the foothills of Ohio. They've experimented with permaculture, no-till gardening, trailersteading, home-based microbusinesses and much more, writing about their adventures in both blogs and books.
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