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It’s that intensely sweet but short space in the year where our world is colored in  reds and golden yellows and oranges, and warm sweaters rule the day, and morning fires in the hearth linger on throughout the day.  Warm soups and bread for dinner, layers of quilts on the beds at night.  It’s that brief time before the cold turns bitter and harsh, before the trees are bare and somber, before sweaters alone are not enough. 

The peas are doing tremendously well.  The raspberries have only started declining in production this week.  We have been picking apples from our trees for several weeks now…they are small, but tasty.  The pigs only have about another month now before they are off.  The turkeys have about 6 more weeks.  We have been processing meat birds sporadically over the past several weeks; there are only 21 left to be processed and put in the freezer. 

My husband is taking a two-day coopering class at Old Sturbridge Village this weekend.  What fun!  I am so excited for him! 

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