Once again, some people can never be pleased. I'm tired of summer now. We are having temperatures in the 90's, and our normal temperature for this time of year is in the low 70's. Fall is my favorite season and I wish it would hurry up.
I know, not too long ago, I was complaining about cool wet weather and summer taking it's sweet time getting here. What can I say? I just don't like hot weather.
Most of the garden is harvested. At last. The big freezer makes a huge difference. It's packed full of peas and green beans. I also have at least twenty pounds of tomatoes in it waiting for me to get to them.
Amy will probably freeze this winter since it's her first really cold winter. It's suppose to be another La Nina year, so it'll be cold and wet.
I haven't accomplished very much so far this year, just lacking in ambition, I think and a disrupted routine. Probably more of the lack of ambition, I think. It would help if there were more hours in the day.
I guess this weekend, I'll start dehydrating the onions. I still need to finish doing something with the carrots, potatoes and garlic. I also have a baseball sized zucchini I'm going to turn into lots of bread and zucchini oatmeal cookies. Amy thinks no one makes zucchini oatmeal cookies. They sound good to me.
I still need to finish the crocheting for Myrna, but since I don't think she needed hats and scarves during the summer in San Diego, there was no hurry.
I do have all the towels and the rest of the clothes folded, hung up and put away, so I'm making progress.