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Wednesday, September 25

time flies...

The late September air seems to urge us to get busy. Only a couple of days ago, we awoke to a temperature of 38 degrees...it felt as if the chill of winter was approaching. On went the flannel sheets, a hard look was taken at the stack of wood in the barn, and plans were discussed on how to best keep the chickens and bees warm this winter.

Some mornings have been hazy, veiling the roads and landscape on our early-morning drive to school. The farm fields surrounding us have grown shaggy as corn and beans dry out, and yesterday, the first combines appeared to gather the harvest. 

Last week our own garden was put to bed for a long winter's rest. Well, all of it except for the pepper plants (Why are they more prolific now than they have been all summer?) and the kids' garden patches, which are still blooming with cosmos, zinnias, 8-foot sunflowers, cantaloupe, and watermelon. Apples have been turned into applesauce, peaches are now peach jam, and pears were eaten right away! Our first fruit tree harvest was small, but what a joy to pick fruit from our own trees.


The pace of summer is winding down, and we've found ourselves "putting by" as our grandmothers would say. Roasting tomatoes into spaghetti sauce, transforming apples into apple butter, digging potatoes, and preparing to make grape jam. The pace of summer has slackened some, but harvest time has a busyness all its own.

It seems we're not the only ones preparing ourselves for the cold...bees are bringing in the last of the pollen from asters and goldenrod flowers, there are fewer eggs to be found on our trips to the hen house, and even our yellow tabby, Azreal, can be found sunning himself late into the day, as if he too, feels the warm days of soaking up the sun are numbered.

And truly, these changes are just fine with me. Autumn is my favorite season, and as the woodsmoke-tinged air becomes cooler, we'll enjoy mugs of chocolaty cocoa and s'mores around the bonfire as we savor the changing of seasons.

Slow Cooker Applesauce

Here's a recipe that just couldn't be easier. We used Yellow Transparent apples from our tree, but any good cooking apple will be just fine.

10 apples, peeled, cored, and sliced
1/2 c. water
1/2 to 1 c. sugar
1/2 t. cinnamon

Combine all ingredients; stir well to blend. Place in a slow cooker. Cook on low setting for 8 to 10 hours, or high setting for 3 to 4 hours.



Girl Tornado said...

Your apples are absolutely beautiful.... how nice to have your own trees. I know what you mean - autumn has become my favorite season also as I've gotten older. I'm looking forward to it. Got up to almost 90 today, will be over 90 tomorrow, and I'm really hoping that will be the last of those temps!!! Lately I've been making applesauce without the sugar, just cinnamon, a pinch of nutmeg and a splash of vanilla, and it's really yummy. And definitely do try your hand at your own mayo - you'll be surprised how easy, and you can modify any of the ingredients to suit your own taste, e.g., a little less lemon juice if you don't want to taste the lemon.

Windy Meadows Farm said...

90 is just too hot for me...I am not a summertime girl! It's just so much easier to get things done when it's a bit cooler and no humidity. A no-sugar applesauce is a really good idea...I wouldn't have to use tart apples...I'll give it a try! And I will definitely make the mayo...I'm sure it tastes amazing. Thanks again for sharing the inspiration!

Unknown said...

It's a wonderful time of year isn't it? To see all the work of summer come to fruition (no pun intended!), to the delight in knowing you'll be well fed no matter what winter brings (and I agree with your hunch!) and the promise of those winter projects to look forward to. It's my favourite time of year. : )

Windy Meadows Farm said...

I'm a list-maker, Andrea...and I think I'd better get working on my check list. The Farmers' Almanac says "bitter cold" and snowy...I just have a feeling in my bones we'd better be ready. And oh winter projects...I'm dreaming of knitting by the fire and maybe dusting off the spinning wheel and loom, or does that mean I have to clean out the closets? Okay...they need a deep cleaning, but I put my foot down at the basement/cellar...that's a low priority!

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