Saturday, September 17, 2011

A fox, a farmers' market, my favorite time of year

Our neighborhood red fox came calling again last evening. It was dusk and I had to photograph her through a screened window. Sadly, this means I can't show you her gorgeous color.

The HH* and I have mixed  feelings about Ms. Fox. It's wonderful to see this beautiful creature up close, but we worry about how our two small dogs would fare in a close encounter.

We watched Ms. Fox scarf up spilled bird seed for a few minutes, then the HH walked outside to shoo her away. I hope this doesn't mean I will have to stop putting out seed for the birds.

This morning, I headed for the Saratoga Farmers' Market again.
 It's such a lively, colorful place.
I bought potatoes, green beans, lettuce, but not tomatoes. I have a good-sized basket of those still from my own garden.
 I will make sauce tonight to serve with pasta and eggplant parm.
I bought apples (for apple crisp, maybe?) and farm-fresh Battenkill skimmed milk and some cream, both in returnable glass bottles. Oh, it's so good. How can skimmed milk be so good?
I bought ground beef from locally-raised Angus, free of hormones and all the other bad stuff some folks feed to cattle.
 The potluck picnic sounds like fun. Might jot that on the calendar, although the HH works on Sundays.
 I was temped by the asters, but they are definitely not perennial for me. Mums come back well, but never asters. I don't know what I do wrong.
 Zinnias. Must remember to plant those next year. They are easy and inexpensive to grow from seed. I just never think of them at the right time. 

Ah, next year. Gardening always gives one something to plan for and to look forward to. But if you like to be done with things, don't become a gardener. On the other hand, if you need an incentive to make it through a north country January, it's an excellent hobby.

But it's not winter yet and fall is truly my favorite time of year. Happy harvesting to you.

* HH = Handsome Husband