Fall forward flat on your face

by goatlove

It’s upon us, this great season.  Autumn.  Season of leaf crunching and body-fat storing.  It’s here.  The time when hanging clothes on the line is practically out of the question and you begin to wonder why you never got around to purchasing another indoor drying rack.  Now that stanky pile of pickling and canning towels will keep perfuming the bathroom until the next trip into town.

There are so many things I love about this time of year.  Firstly, since we’re on the topic of laundry, clothes get washed half, even a third (!), as often (little sweat = little need).  It’s a good season for walking and night-time jaunts brings wafts of nearby wood stoves burning warm and early.  It’s time to start planning the annual trip to the old home place.

There’s a lot to do to keep busy too.  Putting up wood, putting up food, putting up with the lack of sun and, likewise, finding a way to put up with each other’s bad moods.

The garden’s still giving, which impresses me.  But it’s slowed down considerably, the last things hanging on by green fingers are the pumpkins, cukes, storage squash, Brassica and onions.  I’ve made my final list of things to can: apple butter, apple sauce, beets, sauerkraut, pickles.  If you’re in my family, you’re getting apple butter for xmas; enjoy.

For farmers and seasonal employees, fall usually brings the promise of a slow period.  A time for recouping lost sleep and recovering burned calories.  My season looks like it will be picking up rather than slowing down, which leaves me feeling disappointed at not having an off-season but quite content to have money trickling in year-round.