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The rancher behind us just moved his cattle down to winter pasture.
The irrigation canals have been shut off.
Winter is coming.
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The rancher behind us just moved his cattle down to winter pasture.
The irrigation canals have been shut off.
Winter is coming.
Low 40’s and raining continuous since about 2am.
Feels like winter already.
I look at the trees and half the leaves are still up there – some yellow, most brown.
Need a good wind…
Some rib-stickin’ fireside grub would be appropriate.
Definitely a time for good Grub. Lots of butternut squash around. Soup always hits the spot on dreary November days.
I have a very fond memory of Dad and I cooking a couple rib eyes on a grate over a deer camp fire. The side dish was sour dough bread. Man it was a cold evening! We finished off the evening watching the fire and drinking a few Weller’s.
November seems to me such a melancholy month.
The best of autumn has passed- the fruits of September, the colorful foliage of October, but crisp cold winter hasn’t yet arrived. November is grey and damp, foreboding. Ushered in by ghouls, ghosts and goblins.
The hour changes back and its light when you get up and dark by teatime. It’s a trying transitional transformative month, like February.
The best things about November come at the end of the month- Thanksgiving and then preparations for Christmas, the cheeriest of seasons.
November isn’t even quite here yet and I’m already feeling the gloom.
“No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers, no birds, no leaves —November!”
Wind has been blowing like a two headed queer. Had to take the flags down for the day.
After cleaning off stems and throwing out bug infested fruit, I have about 3/4 gallon of crab apples. Gonna try that wine making experiment I have been jabbering about for two years. More than a few recipies on Al Gore’s internet.
Gonna get close to freezing Sunday morning. Time to pull off the last tomatoes and chilis. Not sure if I am going to bother digging up the Peter Pepper chili plant as I have enough things to look after already. It survived several rabbit attacks and put out gobs of chilis throughout the summer.
Getting down to just over a year until I plan to retire. I don’t want a card or going away party. My last day I would like to humbly walk out the door and wish everyone the best. Been eyeballing all the house projects I want to get on. Plus that 1982 Sportster is due for a bunch of gaskets. It marks its spot every time I park it.
That’s why, when saying farewell to a friend on a Harley, you say, “Keep it between the ditches, greasy side down.” (it’s the O-rings on the bottom of the pushrod cover tubes – over time they get hard and nonflexible)
I haven’t been the kind of woman who wants or needs lots of things. I did however fall in love with a used Mercedes Benz 4 door Diesel (1985). I pointed it out on the lot every time we drove by. One day when I was sitting at my desk doing homework DH walked in and put the keys down beside me. We had never discussed the possibility of buying it–it was already 12 years old. I will never forget the look on his face! We still have it. Can’t drive it in winter weather so we cover it over for eight months of the year. Then he takes the cover off,pulls the battery out to take it down for “a good charge”, washes and waxes everything, and we drive it around on Sunday. It still rides like a dream and the way it handles the open road is fantastic! HOWEVER, it is one of those that uses hydraulics for everything! Some Ahole cut his radio antenna when trying to repair something under the hood, and the heating/cooling needs work. But we still keep it. We have had it close to 30 years and he is still so proud of that car. And, I still see that look on his face from so long ago!