I didn't leave the place yesterday.
Bill did, for a while, but then he came back and brought in some wood.
My friend and local potato historian Helen sent me a one line email in the morning.
"I hope you have a good wood supply," she wrote.
The fact that I can't remember what I did five minutes ago caused some concern regarding her question.
"What the heck is that question all about?" I wondered.
Giving myself ample time for a gong to go off in my head and when none did, I eventually responded, asking, "Why?"
"It's COLD outside," she wrote.
Oh yeah, I did mention that in the blog and Helen had probably just read the blog or she would have soon forgotten that it was cold outside at the Love house.
Anywho, I wrote back and told her that Bill has been gathering wood.
In fact, that's how he spent the afternoon, this time bringing in a load from the woods.
Cooler temps have allowed him better conditions for wood gathering. He alternates between places where he has a wood permit or our woods.
Slowly but surely, the stacks are growing. We don't fire up the stove until Thanksgiving---unless it gets really cold---so he has time to bring in the winter supply.
While he was working with the wood, I was baking pies for an upcoming occasion, and, by golly, they turned out okay.
I also made meatloaf, thinking about how happy Foster would be to have his meatloaf bites for dinner.
Bill always hands out the bites, but he also eats his salad before his main dishes.
Foster had been smelling that meatloaf aroma for quite some time, so when I sat down with my plate, his nose led him straight to me.
I gave him a couple of bites, but decided, in the interest of enjoying my dinner without Foster's help, I'd just dish him up a small plate of meatloaf while Bill finished his salad.
One would think that would satisfy Foster, but no, Foster is spoiled. He eats his meatloaf in bites handed out by peeps. To heck with this having his own plate.
Later, Liam cleaned up Foster's plate.
Our dinner also included some of the last of the garden cukes and 'maters.
What a banner year it has been for both and how sad it will be to have to start eating store-bought again.
My day at home yesterday also included lawn mowing while embracing the beauty of the fall day, along with responding to texts from a long lost cousin.
We had a great time skimming the surface of 60 years since we'd seen each other, through words and pictures. It's amazing how a few items of familiarity can bridge the gap of all those years.
I also have connected with his niece and have enjoyed visiting with her via texts.
People like to complain about social media, and, granted, it does deserve its share of criticism, but when you have the meaningful and exciting experiences of getting to know long lost relatives, it's an amazing tool.
So, Bill and Polly, it's been great. Let's keep it up.
Bill is marking off the last major summer fishing excursion on his long list today---taking the kayak to Roman Nose Lake in the Selkirks.
Please notice that I included "major" in that sentence. There will be many more just plain fishing excursions, I'm sure.
I'll be happy to keep putzing away at fall odds and ends while enjoying this perfect weather here at the place.
Happy Friday. Enjoy the photos.
Phantom Pumpkin Pilferer
Yesterday morning, while inspecting my still-growing manure-pile pumpkins, I sensed that one of the green pumpkins was missing, especially after seeing a lone stem sticking up with nothing at its end.
This morning, that notion seems to be confirmed since another pumpkin remained attached to its stem while being devoured.
It could just be "an eat and when you hear someone coming, run" situation.
I'm familiar with that strategy from the days of old when we kids got into the food and suddenly heard a parent returning to the house.
Usually, we just took the goods and ran for cover.
In this case, I'm betting a deer doesn't have that option. It has to eat the whole thing, like it probably did yesterday and run like it probably did mid-pumpkin today.
It's baffling to me why said pilferer leaves the row of huge, ripe pumpkins lined up next to the sprawling pumpkin plant completely alone.
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