Cooper burying the potatoes I just dug.
Frost behind the mountain, along the creek, as soon as sight is lost of the valley bottom. The leaves are changing. The potatoes are in. Most of the tomatoes ripened on the vine. The onions are pulled and dried.
Lisa and I were deep in the bush Monday morning with our grandkids. It was chilly when we walked the cut block and the road in and out. They took turns calling Willow.
Dog tries to steal babies tomato. Scarlett, says, ‘fuck you Willow’. . . not really.
Cooper threw rocks over the bank, liking the way it sounds hitting the snags and boulders on the way down. Scarlett walked the whole way in her moccasins.
Hiding out in the carrot patch.
Lisa and I get to show them something they don’t see everyday. Their hands get cold and sometimes hurt grabbing the wrong prickled branch pulling themselves up. They get to see trees living and some old stumps. They already know roots make the best walking sticks, berries with crowns are good and everything light green smells fresh when you crush it between your finger tips.
I just want them to love being here.
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I bet they love being there! Don’t you have to worry about frost and snow for those spuds Bob?
Hi Julie, carrots, spuds, kale cabbage and spuds can handle some frost. Tomatoes and squash on the other hand can not. Take care.
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