A Crisp Wind Blows...

through the valley today raining leaves sideways. The trees rustle as if to say, "No, it's not time!" Another season begins.

The "falling back" of the clock has timed itself well. Food is falling. We gather walnuts, pecans, hickory nuts, pears, chestnuts, persimmons, and pawpaws. Preparing them for storage and use like the generations before us.

The figs frozen by the cold nights display the color of their last hurrah and drift to the ground.    Green still fills the valley as the hillsides are in constant color change.  Once again the valley shall shelter and feed the fifth generation of our family as they have fed the inhabitants that have gone before.

I believe the valley smiles.

We are home.

Marcy's Shooting...

pictures again

walking

and gathering the remains of the garden.

 

Thank you for all your cards and prayers.

Marcy is on the road to recovery.

Plows, Plants, PawPaws And A Cat

Hand dandy little garden plow always starts and does not use gas.  Easy for cultivating those close spots without disturbing the roots.

We will have squash soon but the bugs have come early this year.  It will be a race to see who eats the first squash, us or the bugs.

PawPaws still hanging on.

Dad would be so proud.

We are never shy of helpers

or supervisors, I should say.