Ode to November

November... my very favorite month, for sometimes inexplicable reasons. I do love the light and the colors and the cozyness of fires in the woodstove. The settling in of the clouds and mists and rain. But I think I love it most for its transitional, fleeting nature. I love the feeling that each and every day the world around me is changing. And I dearly love Thanksgiving, the least commercial holiday, despite its somewhat questionable roots, because it is a family gathering time, and I am blessed to have wonderfully interesting and inspirational family members that I look forward to spending time with.

I'm going to show the entire month in my selected favorite photos in this one blog post. Because I don't have words enough to capture its essence.

Summer Break: Week Eight

The Farmboy took this entire week off from work, and we managed a landscaping blitz like we haven't done in years. Y'all should have seen us at the end of each day, moving around like a couple of 80 year olds. Aching muscles and joints from digging holes and pulling weeds and spreading bark. It was pretty hilarious, actually. But at the end of the week, our place looked better than it had since the kids were born. Our motivation was the pending Twistapalooza III at the end of the week, in which we expected to entertain 80-100 adults in our front yard. It's pretty remarkable what a couple of stubborn over-the-hills can accomplish when they've set their minds to it.

This was also the week that we spent trying to cope in 100+ degree temperatures and air thick with wildfire smoke. Quilts on all of the West-facing windows, fans on full-blast at night, eating sandwiches meal after meal, and swollen ankles (my body hates hot weather!). We managed to survive yet again without air conditioning. Someday maybe we'll stop being so frugal and just install the silly thing already.

My herb garden was one of the very first features that we ever installed when this place was just a house in the middle of a cow pasture. For years it has been the bane of my gardening existence, with weeds blowing in from the field, infesting the brick walkways and every quadrant of my lovely compass design. The kids didn't even remember that there were four brick paths. Oy. If I had a dollar for every hour I've spent lifting those bricks and carefully pulling all of the grass and weed roots and re-setting the bricks... well, I'd have enough money to hire someone else to tend it for me. Our approach this time was to weed-whack everything down to ground level, lay down landscaping fabric, spread mulch, then selectively plant a few herbs in each section. The paths will still be a problem, but I'm hoping that we can stay ahead of the weeds moving forward. I'm pretty happy with how it all looks now. I'll have to post an "after" picture in a future post though, because it is currently still home to a couple of blue canopies and two BBQ grills, left in position after our yard party.

Several years ago, maybe even a decade, the Farmboy took some seed pods from a friend's Golden Raintree. He loved that tree and was determined to start one from seed. I completely forgot about his experiment, but under his tender care, the seed turned into a sapling that looked like something out of a Dr. Seuss book, then suddenly, this year, grew in such leaps and bounds it was astounding. And then, imagine his delight when he realized that it was going to blossom this year. This guy... there's really no end to the things he can do.