Author: Cabincrafted1

    The weekend has been whirlwind, with a trip to El Paso via Atlanta to a cousin’s surprise 60th birthday celebration.  In Atlanta we met up with another cousin, his wife, his son and his wife.  After a delay, but otherwise uneventful flight, we arrived late Friday night, which seemed later due to the 2 hour time differential.
      Saturday morning started the surprise part, when the 6 of us were tasked with showing up at his house and “hijacking”him for about 6 hours while his wife set up for a huge catered outdoor party.  Bob was stunned when his wife opened the door and there we all were.  After touristing around for the required hours, we dropped him off and went to refresh and dress.  His party was huge, food, wine, a band and lots of other surprise, to him, guests.  His wife did well.
     We are again sitting in an airport, delayed, awaiting leg one of our flight home.  It has been a great time, a good change of pace, but home, the dark and quiet will be welcome tonight.

     This morning as we were leaving the property to go into town for lunch and some doggy socialization, we spotted a small black bear in the three acre woods between our house and our nearest neighbor’s house.  The bear was only about 150 lbs and may have overnighted in the culvert that goes under our driveway a few hundred feet from the front ofthe house.  I think that might be the case as Ranger was unusually curious about the smells coming from that culvert when he was out for a morning romp with Shadow.  I have only had one other bear sighting since moving here, when one hauled across the width of the upper part of our land like it was being chased and into those same woods.  We know they are up here, hearing tales of them being seen at Mountain Lake or of one being hunted on an adjacent farm, but we seldom see them.  Typically they are shy and are not seen near the houses unless bird feeders are left outside, and I don’t feed the birds here except with berry laden bushes or seed bearing flowers.
     It isn’t uncommon to see squirrel, rabbits, deer, turkeys, chipmunks, an occassional groundhog and the seasonal assortment of birds.
     All of these critters, even the field mice, moles and voles that the cats bring home are expected.
     Our property has wire fence nearly all the way around it, much of it very old and not well maintained, but two adjacent farms have cattle and generally the fencing between their land and ours is better maintained, however, one of these farmers is less diligent about this and there must be a branch or small tree down over it now as “Ferdinand,” his bull (our name for him) has taken a liking to the grass in our front yard, coming over nearly daily.  I wouldn’t mind his assistance at mowing and the fertilizer he leaves behind, except the pups don’t care for the intruder so close to the house and charge after him barking.  He doesn’t have horns, but he is a huge dude and he isn’t frightened by them at all.  We are fearful that one of them may get kicked if they get too close, so every time we are going to let them out, we have to do a bull check first and if he is out there, I have to go get the tractor and run him off, it is the only thing that sends him sauntering back toward his own farm.  He is going over or through a fence, through a deep creek bed and up a steep bank to get on our land, and when run off, he has to stop and show his displeasure by head butting one or more of the cedar trees on the edge of the mowed yard.

  I have just spent more than an hour on the phone with a medical bureaucracy trying to get my Prescription drug coverage for Medicare in effect.  I have an advanced college degree and low blood pressure and by the end of the call, I feel I need a prescription to calm down and lower my blood pressure.
The agents with whom you must deal are trained only to read a script and react to the correct answer with the next part of the script.  There is no way around this script, nothing you can say to get them to skip on to the application.
I called, knowing exactly what plan I wanted, how much it costs, and what it covers, I had done my homework.  I was able to tell them up front, that I wasn’t eligible for assistance, was healthy, had never lived outside of the country, had not gotten out of an extended care facility or hospital (I had done my homework), but it did no good, they had to go through the script.
My phone was on speaker, so hubby was listening in and when the call finally ended with the agent saying, “Thank you for calling, sweetie,” he too was stressed.

Retirement has given me the time to try many new to me, but ancient arts/crafts.  Upon notification that I was to become a grandmother, I dug out some knitting needles and refreshed on a long abandoned art, making baby sweaters, soakers, and shirts, all from organic undyed baby soft wool and cotton.  The next 8 years have allowed me to produce dozens of sweaters from tiny to men’s,  half a dozen or so baby blankets, scores of hats and scarves, four Christmas stockings and several pair of socks.  This love of fiber urged me to dig out the sewing machine and make a couple of machine quilted baby blankets and a Christmas stocking.  Though I dearly love quilts and all of our beds are spread with them, making quilts really hasn’t grabbed my interest, yet.

  Handling yarn, did interest me in the fibers I was knitting and drove me to investigate spinning, first with a drop spindle and this summer with a newly acquired, but nearly 50 year old spinning wheel and falling in love with another ancient art.
From the time I was a teen, I have loved digging in the dirt, gardening with my Dad, later having anything from a few potted tomatoes to a small city garden at most of our homes.  Here in the mountains, on our 30 acre farm, the garden is substantial and organic and there are a few young fruit trees added to the products we grow.

  This garden, the fruit trees, wild and cultivated berries have gotten me canning, making jelly, pickles and sauces to preserve this garden goodness for the cold non productive winter months.

  Recently, I have toyed with the idea of making soap as well.  Not wanting to get too involved, nor spend too much money until I tried it and saw if I enjoyed it, I purchased only a single mold and a few pounds of a high quality soap base that I could heat, scent with essential oils, dye with natural dyes from tumeric, cinnamon, lavender and a few other spices.  I think I am hooked.  I am about to embark on making my own soap from fats and lye.  Of course, I can  buy good quality homemade soap from the local craft fairs and weekly from the farmer’s market, but it is expensive, I don’t always care for the available scents and I didn’t have a hand in its making.

Back when our children were small, I taught myself to make baskets.  Several of the ones that I made are still used to haul produce in from the garden, to store yarn and to decorate the kitchen area of our log home.  These baskets were all made from reed purchased for caning and basket making or from kits, but with the easy availability of grape and other vines, I have considered refreshing those skills and making a few storage baskets for the root cellar from the vines on our property with the ribs from flexible twigs.
These ancient arts have long appealed to me, along with a few I haven’t tried, it is a great feeling and sense of accomplishment to use products from our land and my hands.

It is a beautful fall day.
Nearly cloudless, the blue sky is vivid.
After a near frost two nights ago, the temperature have again moderated to what we expect this time of year and the morning is warm and dry.
Mockingbirds unseen are warbling through their repetoire of song.
“Ferdinand” the neighbor’s bull has again been breaking through to our yard though we still have no cows to attract him, I guess it is just the adage that the grass is always greener.  He is stubborn this fall and resists being chased back to his own side and we fear some for the pups’ safety as they both charge barking at him if we let them out without checking first for his presence.
The forsythia, a bush I love at two seasons, as it blooms in trails of yellow in the spring and in the fall as it wears its stunning plum coat is at it’s best.

Life is good at our mountain home, indeed, life is good.

Azure skies;
Brisk breeze with a hint of chill;
Hawks soaring on the currents;
Pileated woodpecker tapping out a rhythm on a dead Locust tree and another in the distance responding;
Leaves daily changing to gold, orange and red;
After a sunny day near summer temps, a cold night in the mid 30’s expected.
Such are the beauties of the changing season.

     The difference an overnight makes is amazing.  Our guests left Monday morning to complete their drive to Philly with heavy low skies.  By noon, it was raining, and rain it did, all the rest of the day, all night, and all day yesterday.  But the days were moderately warm and the nights not as chilly as they have been of late.  Around 10 o’clock last night, the wind whipped up and blew through as it often does in this hollow, whistling around the house and it got very chilly.
    The wind must have been a front, this morning is bright and clear, chilly and all the recently mowed fields greened up again.
     Fall is in the air.  Some of the trees hinting at the color they will wear in a few short weeks for the few short weeks until they are bare for the winter months.  The pumpkin festivals begin soon, the garden will be ended, except for two 4 by 4 foot beds of fall greens, covered with row covers during the day and frost covers when needed at night to try to extend the season of fresh goodies into late fall or early winter when anything fresh is welcome.  I didn’t grow any winter squash this year, maybe a few from the farmer’s market will be stashed in the root cellar for stuffing with rice and sausage filling for a cold night’s meal.
     Today, we await the return of our cousins as they motor their way back to Georgia and to enjoy another evening spent with them savoring some of the last of the summer fare.

     This is the end of a full week of work.  We await the arrival this afternoon of cousins driving from Georgia to Pennsylvania and look forward to an evening of visiting and reuniting with them.
     The property looks great, it is all mowed, weeded, weed whacked and trimmed.  The house is clean, truly clean for the first time in over a year now that all construction is done.  The year has brought the erection of the stone masonry fireplace continued into the basement, the installation of tile for a hearth in the basement and tile in the breezeway/laundry room, new cabinets and sink in the laundry room, log and flat wood siding in the basement with an additional bedroom added, bamboo flooring in the basement and shelving in the root cellar for the bounty of the garden, cedar siding down the stairs to the newly finished rec room in the basement.
     This year also brought electric fence around the garden to deter the deer, rearrangment of the garden to give us protected, permanent beds for berries and grapes, for the bounty that garden has provided, for the time and knowledge to can and freeze its bounty for the winter.  New ballusters on the back deck and a thorough cleaning and restaining of it.  It has also allowed the cleanout of much litter from the sinkhole and creek on our property, many decades of appliances, glass, tires, and cans left by others before we bought the land almost 7 years ago.
     We enter the fall with sore muscles, happy to be able to still do this kind of work.  Thankful that we have neighbors who will help, for a son who has the skills to do the masonery and carpentry during the summers between his high education.
     We end this season thankful that we have three beautiful children with spouses/partners that have 5 delightful children between them and that they share those children with us, sometimes for a day here or there, sometimes for an entire month of grandgoodness.
     Life is good.

     Hubby left this morning for a couple of days with our youngest son and his family at Great Wolf Lodge.  I stayed home to puppy sit as Shadow is too soon out of her spaying for boarding.  Shortly after he departed, I set to work weeding the garden.  I have maintained the areas that are actively in use with tomatoes, peppers, beans and herbs, but have neglected the beds that were harvested earlier, the ones that had the peas, potatoes, garlic, onions and shallots and the early beans and cucumbers.  Only about 30% of the garden was in productions this morning, leaving me with 70% plus paths that were grossly overgrown.  The garden space is about 30 to 35 feet square, divided into 5  four foot wide beds, some boxed into 4 foot squares, some just long bordered beds.
     It took me four hours to weed the beds and paths, leaving me with lots of space to reorganize and plant for the fall.  The garlic and walking onions, along with a winter cover crop seed was ordered during the summer and shipped yesterday.  The alliums will take two squares and will be heavily mulched for summer harvest next year.  The local garden center had salad mix, cabbage and broccoli seedlings and blueberry bushes on sale, so when I went into town to get tractor fuel, I bought some seedlings and bushes for the garden.  The fall plants are in with the chard and kale and will be covered on cold nights to get the maximum harvest from them.
     The southern most bed was two raspberry bushes and two blueberry bushes.  The raspberries send out shoots in all directions and since I planned to utilize a bit less of the garden for annual veggies next year, I moved and divided the raspberries, giving them an entire bed and now having 6 bushes for next year.  This gave me space to plant 3 new blueberry bushes, giving them an entire bed.  These two beds were heavily mulched with straw.

     Right now, the new bushes and fall veggies are getting an artifical rain from the sprinkler.  Tomorrow I will tackle pruning, staking and tying up the two grape vines and harvesting tomatoes and jalapenos again, finish mowing the back yard and around the garden area and making yet another pot of pasta sauce for winter enjoyment.

     As for me, I’ve polished off a huge greek salad and am thinking about a nice long hot bath in our huge tub with a glass of something nice and red.

     This week has been fall clean up week.  We have mowed the 30 acres, it is hayed by a neighbor in the late spring and then except for the “lawn” around the house and garden, the rest is left to grow until early fall and it is mowed by us.  This process takes us about 20 hours of tractor sitting.

     The garden clean up is in process as well, gaining ground on the weed overgrowth that started taking over as the various beds of potatoes, garlic, onions and peas were harvested and not replanted with other crops.  The fall garlic and onions along with the winter cover crop have been shipped to me, so that clean up needs to be finished.  The plan for next year is going to involve a bit less space used and better utilization of the space with replanting and giving two beds to berries and grapes with heavy mulch covers.
     Also the basic house maintenance has been neglected this summer with puppy raising, traveling, gardening and the completion of the basement construction, so heavy duty cleaning has also been on the schedule as well.
     Part of the house clean up has been to reorganize my dormer where I have the loveliest walnut table made especially for the space by a local woodworking artisan.  This is my personal space, off of the front of our bedroom, bracketed by our closets and divided off by the extra large wire crate for the mastiff.  The walnut table sits under the windows with a pottery lamp that has been a treasure for years.  A dark wood bookcase sits beside it with fabric bins for my crafting supplies, yarns, and books.  There are baskets of fabrics and totes of desk supplies and sewing supplies.  This area tends to collect disorder until it becomes unusable and this afternoon, my space got dusted, mopped and reorganized, including untangling and rewinding the various skeins of yarn that the shepherd pup had attacked since we got her.