Around our homestead, we have been putting it all to bed, digging out the old, spent rootstocks and filling our beds up with composted sheep manure and farmer's gold ~ aged compost. I swear by our composting system which is cranking out the gold despite feeding lots of our kitchen scraps to farm critters all summer.
While Sunshine entertained the chickens, the boys have been playing beside me in the beds I've been digging all fall. A week ago, my husband placed the cedar boards he milled and I eagerly filled them with soil. I get so excited to add these beds, thinking of all the food we may produce next season...little thrills that mean so very much to me.
We picked the last apples we could put in the cellar, and made an extra dog bed filled with sweet smelling straw for our girls.
And on the very best day determined by our bio-dynamic calendar, we planted our garlic. I had three helpers who had fun tucking in the fat cloves, one by one, cozying them up for a long winter's sleep.
the Kitchen Garden, still giving us some kale and parsley
Our humble root cellar is nothing more than a small room below part of our house. It is not as cold as we would like it, but it works fine for now. Every October, we are part of a large order that purchases extra produce from a local farmer. We are still not producing as much food as we want, so we buy the organic veggies and fill up our cellar shelves. We also have three freezers full of our own fruit, homegrown chickens and pork, as well as local grass-fed beef.
This year, inspired by similar books made by Amanda, we made a Homestead and Harvest book. I simply sewed some blank pages together to keep notes on our farm and added some pictures for Sunshine and Leif to colour. Included were frost dates, gardening notes, dye plants, how much to grow next year, and even a wish list page by each of us...some of us want horses or sheep, some of us wanted chicken tractors and cold frames, but my favourite was 3 year old Huckley wishing to "build mama a cabin".
And now, with November here and the snow beginning to gently fall from the sky, our gardens are put to bed. My inner Virgo is feeling satisfied, and I'm ready to move into more crafty pursuits like gift-making, not to mention dusting off the spinning wheel again. Yes, I'm certainly ready to make time for that!
Oh, wait! One last bit of excitement here on the homestead. Can you guess?
My daughter's feather-footed, sweet Banty ~ Lucy Starbright ~ laid the first egg. Quite exciting, I assure you. (You can see how small the first egg is next to one from our neighbour). So who gets to have the first honour? We all did...we put it into Forrest's birthday waffles on Monday. The kids are still racing out to the coop each morning to check the nesting boxes...so far we have been gifted three marvelous eggs.