In the outdoor world someone forgot to pay the utility bill and the heat has been turned off.
Energy costs are astronomical. We’re heating with wood and letting the oil tank sit, most of the time.
Burning oil reminds me of one of those mob movies where the guy in the double-breasted jacket lights his cigar with a fifty-dollar bill…
We try to be more like cave dwellers who hauled in ginkgo trees, or whatever they burned–dry fronds from giant ferns maybe, over which to boil water for a coffee press made from a hollowed out stone…
Sometimes I bake something in the kitchen and get a shot of guilt-free heat from the oven, in addition to the resulting bran muffins or cinnamon rolls.
Max and I brought in some of the last of the apple crop yesterday. It was a sunny and cold afternoon, but we wandered across the pasture for fun (I do so envy Fay and others who have endless lovely walking places in their neighborhoods).
We found some lingering fallen apples beneath the two old trees in the pasture, trees from when the house was still part of a big farm. Because initially the land was what was called (in 1852) a “donation land claim,” which was 640 acres given to people just for showing up in the Oregon Territory. I doubt the trees are so old as that, but they look plenty ancient for apple trees.
Nice big apples though. (“Perhaps I will bake some, to warm the kitchen,” she rationalized, because she was a little hungry.)
In other news, there has been murder in the greenhouse.
The stems weren’t cut and the mobile crime lab found nothing in the substance testing. There were however traces of gardener neglect evident in the lack of recent fingerprints. There have been no arrests, but the detective on the case suspects a conspiracy between the sun and the broken thermostatic lifter things that are supposed to open windows when the temperature goes up. . (There Kininvie. Terse and to the point. Won’t happen again though…)
Okay, no cucumbers this winter. But the other stuff in the greenhouse looks fine.
I cut leaves from the lettuce for salad– it just keeps going.
I do the same with the spinach.
Sometimes I will plant the spinach outside in early spring, and it does well, but bolts rather soon, worn out as it is after growing inside all winter.
In the gardens it is almost time to cut evergreen boughs for my holiday decorating enjoyment. I make a few wreaths early, and store them on the cold porch until closer to Christmas. I trim the small parts off the big limbs outside, then bring in these short pieces to use in the wreath making, which happens in the kitchen.
Yes it makes a terrible mess, with needles everywhere, but it smells nice and I have a good time, which of course is the Prime Directive.