Tuesday morning, as soon as I could get outside without upsetting
the neighbors with morning activity, I harvested both apple trees and every
vegetable that was ripe for the picking.
I was in my kitchen from 9 AM to around 10 PM with chopping, slicing, dicing and bagging vegetables for the freezer. But that’s okay … I’ll be enjoying yesterday’s work with my feet comfortably resting, all Winter long 😉
The apples didn’t even get a cursory glance other than the moving of
them from the harvest basket to work bowls.
I had cleaned the kitchen and bagged the garbage, but when I opened the door, my lungs and eyes were assailed with a very strong campfire odor that I recognized immediately as wildfire smoke drifting across the river on the winds from Oregon. My lungs instantly seized up and my heart rate accelerated.
I had been so engrossed in the kitchen, that I hadn’t noticed the smoke settling over the Park: it was thick (visibly white like drifting river fog, and heavy with pungency). I quickly shut the door and set the garbage aside until tomorrow – my garbage is small amounts, now that there is just me.
And, I was exhausted from standing on my feet all day prepping veggies for the freezer. I just called it an early night and shuffled down the hallway to the bedroom.
From what I could see out of the livingroom windows when I woke up this morning … the morning air was still hazy with wildfire smoke; and from the shrouding and drifting smoke, still as lung seizing pungent.
So, my garden did not get watered.
Instead, I changed plans; and made Apple Pie Filling with some of the apples I harvested Tuesday morning, to put in the freezer for pies later on. Then, I got busy shredding, chopping, and bagging vegetables I didn’t get to Tuesday evening – that staved off the boredom of being housebound.
55 days until November 3rd … please Lord! Let us have a break from the rampant insanity that has gripped this Nation.
113 days until this year ends.
Most of this year has been one man-made crisis after another; and hard truths to deal with in my personal life.
I will be happy to put 2020 behind me …
In the meantime, I’m going to relax after my day’s work, and enjoy
a few Buffy Saint-Marie songs that speak to me.
It’s My Way: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dCvTfhuPiLo
Until It’s Time for You to Go: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_2DpY_eXPZM
I like Native American music – always have 😉
I do have Lakota DNA running through my veins; and I was upfront about that when Bob & I started dating.
One of my sisters is married to a giant of a Piute.
And my granddaughter married a Native American 9 months ago: they are considering legally changing their name to reflect a Native American moniker.
I, personally think Native American music is beautiful.
Hauntingly beautiful 😊
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