It’s been a good fall. Rainy, yes, although we didn’t get nearly as much hurricane fall-out as predicted — I think it surely spent itself on those unfortunate cities still trying to dry themselves out in the aftermath — but also with its fair share of blue-skied, crisp days that always make me reconsider Autumn as a possible favourite season.
There have been celebration cakes, and visits with family, the farmer’s markets here have closed for the season (sniff) and our CSA’s last delivery was this week. There’s also been a lot of hot chocolate and hot cider, curling up in flannel, and knitting. Oh, the knitting! It’s been good to feel productive again on that front.
One of the side-effects of owning a woodstove is that anytime it gets the least bit chilly, you have a great excuse to start a fire. Aside from feeding my (previously latent) pyromanic urges, this has also meant ample opportunities in the evening to stare into flames. And who doesn’t like doing that?
As yet, I still haven’t tried roasting a marshmallow on our fire, but the season is young. I’ll get around to it at some point.
I finally gave up on hoping that the beets in the garden would grow to any kind of edible size, and pulled them up for the greens (I know right? Who saw that coming??). I’m now readying myself to plant my garlic for next year, and trying very hard not to think about all the shoveling involved in moving my other bed (currently up against the south side of the house). The plan is to put my (somewhat frightening) army of large pots against the wall so they can soak up the radiant heat from the wall, but mostly so that whatever poor vegetable is growing in those pots doesn’t need to compete with the ever-seeking roots of the creeper we have growing on that wall. In the meantime, we’ll see how that bed fares next to its sister bed. Will I have it ready in time to plant fall garlic? We’ll see.
The Boy and I spent a weekend up north (pictures forthcoming) and whilst there, we visited a store which was having a (not particularly aggressive) closing-down sale. Although I didn’t find anything of interest, The Boy picked out something we’d been hemming and hawing over for quite awhile: a waffle-maker.
We’d both had an eye out for rotating waffle irons that didn’t cost a fortune, or take up too much space. I was secretly hoping for a model which would have removeable plates (the washing! boys never think of the washing!!) but having now made waffles two mornings in a row, I have to admit that the “wipe with a soft, damp cloth” thing seems to be working alright.
Better still, given The Boy’s enthusiasm for them, it seems that I now have no need to make excuses should I feel the desire to make Breakfast For Dinner. And since I just got Joy‘s book out of the library and it has a bacon waffle recipe… well, let’s just say I have a lot of waffle recipes that need test-driving in the next little while.
It wouldn’t be a proper November Notice without mentioning the yearly November tradition. Despite all my misgivings, my knowing less than my characters *, and my sinking feeling when I realize that I have no idea where my story is going… I seem to be doing really well — over 8000 words! Admittedly, it’s only day 3, and the going usually doesn’t get really murky till week 2 but still. It fills me with a kind of hope. If you’re curious, my sort-of progress is here.
* I’m not an expert on most topics, but for reasons I don’t entirely understand, my characters have turned out to be most interested in art and art history, in international politics, and in the legal system. For all the people who preach to “write what you know”, I can only state that my characters were apparently not happy living in a book about knitting and cupcakes. Since I don’t have time to properly research any of this stuff, it is going to be good times making it all up as I go, I guess. Hurray for slapdash novel-writing!