Apple Picking

An apple a day

Sends the doctor away

Apple in the morning

Doctor's warning

Roast apple at night

Starves the doctor outright

Eat an apple going to bed

Knock the doctor on the head

Three each day, seven days a week

Ruddy apple, ruddy cheek

~ Nursery Rhyme

I'm grateful for apples.

Well, really I'm grateful for all the good things we have available to eat.

Yesterday I went out to check on the apple tree and found there were still a few apples.

Most of the apples had fallen and been eaten.

I knocked a few more off trying to get to some apples on high branches.

This was the best apple I found. The others looked alright until I turned them over and found they had been worm eaten or badly bird damaged. I don't know what type of apple tree this is but the apple tasted like a Granny Smith or Pippin. It had some sweetness to it and was crunchy. If I could get to the apples before the animals I bet they would make a great pie.

I got the storage/in between space ready for painting. There is still the old refrigerator taking up room. I wish it was out of there. It is a neat side by side, but it costs way more to run than the new one we have. I pushed it towards the middle of the room so I can get to the wall. I still need to get the spider webs down that are on the tall ceiling. I'll have to get the big ladder in there.

Painting is OK out there because I can shut the area off from the rest of the house so the paint fumes won't bother Kristine. At least I hope they won't. I was thinking that maybe I could paint in the kitchen if I just painted small areas at a time. Maybe?

[no eggs today]

Tom got the chickens another pumpkin today.

The chickens aren't eating much of their feed.

I guess they have found some good things to eat in the woods.

Smiles

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First come, First Served

Not these girls. These hens are the ones who come last when I call the chickens to come for a grain treat. Most of the hens come out of the woods and rush towards me, some flapping, all excited to get to the grain. But these hens come late (or not at all) and will only come up to check for grain after the other hens have finished. So, I went off to the side away from the other chickens and left a "puddle" of grain just for them. It is interesting how the chickens have decided who can go where and do what. Two Buff Brahamas, a Wyandotte and a Buff Orpington.

This is the front path next to the gate. Kristine and I had a discussion about "gophers" making tunnels around trees and on the paths and driveway. After the windy storm, I thought that at least some of these places where the dirt was turned up was made by tree roots moving the soil and was a sign of the tree possibly coming down. Kristine went with gophers. Well, I guess I'll win if this tree falls over. This is one I would like to lose. Correction: Kristine said "moles" not gophers. Oops!

Apples! Nice surprise to see that there were about ten apples on the tree. The last few years we have had some very bad weather that knocked the blossoms out of the trees. The cherry tree didn't have any cherries and I didn't think the apple tree would have any apples.

Morgan was all tired out and I guess this was her way of cooling off next to the slider. Morgan is such a good dog and cute too! Tom brought in a box of kindling for the wood stove. Next he will burn the box. Or take it out and fill it up again? We had some more wood delivered today.

[no eggs today]

It is supposed to be 75 tomorrow.

Painting?

Smiles

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