It's wednesday mid-day and I'm cooking down the tomatoes from the season. We had a hard freeze and snow two weeks ago so we harvested everything the night before, in the cold, with head-lamps. Kind of a fun thing to do with your wife, really. Then put them on cardboard trays, stuck em in the garage, and let em ripen. Made two huge batches thus far-- kept one jar for sauce then froze the rest for the winter. Have two pots going right now-- one with onions and garlic sauteed first to have as sauce for my pending pasta lunch. The other the big pot, where I'm throwing all the rest of them...
Have an old friend popping in for lunch-- Luis-- guy I met when he was a parent chaperone on one of my school trips-- this one down to the Sand Creek Massacre site, then camping at a nearby reservoir, then on to Bent's Old Fort, and finally the Comanche National Grasslands. This before I knew of the empire the Comanche held in the entire southwest, with the Arkansas marking the boundary of their lands--
We're trying to eventually (tonight? probably tomorrow morning) get out of town for our semi-annual pilgrimage to Utah, or the western slope anyway. Almost a must on our calendar anymore-- sometime mid-spring, and again late fall. Lots of reasons why... We being my wife and youngest daughter-- the other two sticking around here to go to school. An era past-- when this was always a full-family thing, and the memories of canyonlands with them younger. Teens now, off to other considerations for the time being.
Listening to a story about a Chinese man who spends his day trying to catch/stop people from committing suicide by jumping from a huge bridge into the Yangtzee-- this American Life #628 "In the Shadow of the City."
Hitting 80 degrees today on the front range of colorado. Then snow tomorrow... In the past weeks I've rebuilt/ reworked/ re-seeded two cold frames and one bed in the hoop house with lettuce, mixed greens, arugula-- fresh winter greens maybe ready to eat in December, and should hold through the winter. One bed has already come up.
Strange to be working the soil again after a long grow and harvest season, as we head into winter. Noticeable to me that I often can't remember in the moment if it's spring going into summer, or fall going into winter.
-t
Have an old friend popping in for lunch-- Luis-- guy I met when he was a parent chaperone on one of my school trips-- this one down to the Sand Creek Massacre site, then camping at a nearby reservoir, then on to Bent's Old Fort, and finally the Comanche National Grasslands. This before I knew of the empire the Comanche held in the entire southwest, with the Arkansas marking the boundary of their lands--
We're trying to eventually (tonight? probably tomorrow morning) get out of town for our semi-annual pilgrimage to Utah, or the western slope anyway. Almost a must on our calendar anymore-- sometime mid-spring, and again late fall. Lots of reasons why... We being my wife and youngest daughter-- the other two sticking around here to go to school. An era past-- when this was always a full-family thing, and the memories of canyonlands with them younger. Teens now, off to other considerations for the time being.
Listening to a story about a Chinese man who spends his day trying to catch/stop people from committing suicide by jumping from a huge bridge into the Yangtzee-- this American Life #628 "In the Shadow of the City."
Hitting 80 degrees today on the front range of colorado. Then snow tomorrow... In the past weeks I've rebuilt/ reworked/ re-seeded two cold frames and one bed in the hoop house with lettuce, mixed greens, arugula-- fresh winter greens maybe ready to eat in December, and should hold through the winter. One bed has already come up.
Strange to be working the soil again after a long grow and harvest season, as we head into winter. Noticeable to me that I often can't remember in the moment if it's spring going into summer, or fall going into winter.
-t
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