I love it when Thanksgiving dinner begins like this. I suppose it began many months ago, when I planted the sage. But when I’m grinding the leaves with the mortar and pestle is when I feel like I’m really starting to prepare. There’s something very satisfying about growing aspects of Thanksgiving dinner. Some homegrown thyme leaves will be added to the sage…both going into the stuffing. And there’s a quart bag in the freezer full of very tiny green beans that were carefully chosen all season for Thanksgiving dinner.
Saturday, Colette planned a fabulous autumn picnic for our whole family! We discovered a u-pick orchard with a picnic table, and that’s the location we settled upon.
I bought a half peck of apples from the lady who owns the orchard, and she told me that her father bought the property in 1943 from it’s original owner. The apple varieties she sells are: Paula Red, McIntosh, Cortland, Empire, Macoun, Delicious, and Baldwin. She custom-mixed my half-peck of apples with varieties that make a good pie. (Just made it tonight…quite tasty!)
Just had to share a photo of the house across the street from the orchard and it’s beautiful trees! Isn’t it gorgeous?
The picnic food was gourmet sandwiches (made to order), organic grapes, red potato salad, pumpkin chocolate chip bread, and assorted beverages. It was served “boxed lunch”-style!
Fun family times!
I took a lovely day off from normal responsibilities last week. The ONE thing I really wanted to do this autumn was stroll the streets of Historic Deerfield and snap pictures. I haven’t been there for quite a few years and was longing to go again. Historic Deerfield is an interesting place. It is partly a museum with historic homes that belong to the museum and are open for touring. It’s most infamous event was the Indian raid of 1704. I’ve read the diary of the minister who was taken captive by the Indians, and it is fascinating reading. Max is about to read it for school too. It is called “The Redeemed Captive”, and I highly commend it to your reading.
It’s also partly a neighborhood where people live in privately-owned historic homes. And it also contains an exclusive private school, so students and their visiting families can be seen strolling the campus and streets everywhere. Here’s a view of part of the campus, but I took this shot mostly so you could see the beautiful autumn foliage in the distance.
This time, I opted not to buy a museum ticket and just stick with my original intention of strolling the leaf-strewn streets.
As usual, it was the front doors (so beautifully decorated for autumn) that captured my attention.
This home belonged to an officer who fought at the Battle of Bunker Hill, and there was a touching tribute etched on a mill stone nearby that said “…his descendants cherish his home”.
Such a beautiful, autumn day!
Now I’m thinking that I need to go back when there’s snow on the ground and it’s decorated for Christmas!
|Dahlia after a rain.|
Whom have I in heaven but you?
And besides You, I desire nothing on earth.
My flesh and my heart may fail,
But God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.
This week, Colette and I met Felicity and the kids at a local farm stand to admire the pumpkins!
We instructed him, “Give your sister a hug,” and this is what we got.
This one came home with us!
Colette is opening an Etsy shop! She will be selling Christmas stockings too! Her shop is dedicated to the spirit of New England and is called Northeastern Nautical. (Click here to visit!) Some of her stockings reflect the nautical influence here. And others convey the ruggedness of our mountain ranges with their lodge look. Here she is with an armload of vintage blanket finds about to head off to the dry cleaners with them before turning them into some fabulous stockings!
It was a cool, gray day here in New Hampshire. Leaves were fluttering down from the treetops and skittering along the roadsides. Mostly, I spent the day sewing. But we went out in the late morning to delight in the leaves and to follow signs to autumn delights.
Followed this one to the barn sale. Technohubby found an old hatchet. And I bought a metal tray that will be useful in the potting shed.
And then we followed this one to the annual cider pressing at the old cider mill in our town…all proceeds go to a food pantry. (We bought a jar of cider jelly.) The press is a belt-driven press dating to 1916, and is quite the marvel to watch in action.
Haha! Got to love that shirt!
Autumn in New England! There's just nothing like it!
This is what happens when two golden retrievers go charging out into the yard and scare up a flock of turkeys. I’m happy to say that all turkeys were safe. The dogs felt like they’d done their duty.
God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
He plants His footsteps in the sea
And rides upon the storm.
Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never failing skill
He treasures up His bright designs
And works His sovereign will.
Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take;
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy and shall break
In blessings on your head.
Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust Him for His grace;
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.
His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.
Blind unbelief is sure to err
And scan His work in vain;
God is His own interpreter,
And He will make it plain.
hymn by William Cowper (1774)
It’s spaghetti sauce time around here. First priorities first…all the salsa we will need for the year has been made from the garden tomatoes and frozen. Then I moved on to Barefoot Contessa’s “Roasted Tomato Basil Soup” with still more tomatoes. And now…we’re in the thick of spaghetti sauce days. Let’s just say that the house smells incredible!