In the real world I have been busy doing the last of the canning. The three bushels of carrots were more work than I cared for because many of them were small and the project took me two days, but I love carrots and that made the work a labor of love. LOL. I wound up with 30 1/2 quarts.
And yesterday I canned the sauerkraut. I got 30 quarts from my two 5-gallon crocks. Hopefully that will be enough to see us through till next year. I think I tend to discard too much from the top of the crocks, but when it comes to fermenting food in crocks, it's better to err on the side of safety than your love for kraut!
Tom got a nice little buck when he went hunting with his bow, and I helped him bring it back to the house. Now he's going out grouse hunting (I call them prarie chickens); I hope he can bag a couple of them. They are all over the place but seem to especially like the balsams down by the creek. Yesterday he came home with a surprise:
A big chaga mushroom. What a find! I chopped most of it up today and put it in the dehydrator. I made a pot of chaga tea, had a cup, and put the rest in the frig to drink over the next few days. I left a chunk uncut and told Tom to ask our friends, Bill and Linda Betz, if they want some. I bet Linda will know about chaga!
Tonight when I went to close up the chicken coop the wind whistled through the tree branches and what leaves they still held rustled dryly in response. The twilight sky was filled with cold grey clouds that raced with the wind, and under my feet the leaf covered ground crunched sharply with each step. Already I felt frost in the air on my cheeks. It was a true October evening.
I cannot leave you tonight without mentioning that today would have been my mother's 73rd birthday. She died back in 1998 from complications of diabetes. Happy birthday, Mama. May you fare well wherever you are!