Halloween harvest
Sometimes it's a wonder
we get anything done around here. Take yesterday for
example. It was raining after lunch, so I wrote for an extra half
hour, then went out to pull up the peppers in preparation for some of
our last rye planting of the year.
But Huckleberry followed me out and danced around enough that he got stung on the tip of his tail by a honeybee. He ducked into my quick hoop
for safety, so I had to drag him out from the lettuce, then carried the
spoiled feline home along with a basket of cabbages. It sure is a
good thing Lucy is our usual work companion, not Huckleberry.
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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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Emily --- Thanks for asking! Strider is doing great, and has been much more cuddly ever since we got back from the beach. (I think he missed us.)
He's less of a show-cat, though --- he's scared of everyone except me, and tends to prefer to spend most of the day outside working even when I'm the only one around. So he rarely gets photographed. You might notice I nabbed a shot of him by the fire and put it in this post (although you might have thought it was Huckleberry, who looks very similar, but without the white). I mostly had to post about Huckleberry today because he was jealous we'd showcased Strider more recently than him.