Last night as I walked down to the yurt I noticed how much I appreciated the cold mud beneath my feet, and how it was stiff enough that I didn't sink in- like cold play dough, before you warm it up in your hands.
Feed your apples into the grinder,
and watch them come out the chute into the mesh bag!
We boiled some cider down into cider jelly. To do this, just let it bubble away on the stovetop until it has reduced to 1/8 of its original volume (so 1 gallon of cider makes 1 pint of jelly). It gets thick, and dark and molasses-y, and I bet it will be lovely this winter stirred into hot water as a tangy fall-like beverage. It's also delicious used in cooking, much like pomegranate molasses.
So here we are now, back in Maine. Things on the farm are plugging away as usual. Lots of crafts are being finished for the holiday fair, and firewood is being cut. We're firing up our wood stove in the driveway before putting it into the yurt (to burn of any nasty paint chemicals that may be lurking). Pumpkins have all been harvested and sold, and leaves are falling off the trees. And I knit myself a new winter hat using Jared Flood's Koolhaas hat pattern (I left my other one on a bus in Argentina). It's nice and warm, and thank heavens for that- it's 40 degrees outside today!
Next I'm going to knit myself another pair of wristers...