"After I cleaned up the mess left from making the apple butter I picked another five-gallon bucket of HoneyCrisp apples. Sliced up and froze enough to make three pies. A quart ziplock holds enough slices for one pie if you pack it fairly tight. Three apple pies isn't enough to get us through a winter so I'm thinking I'll repeat that exercise after work one evening this week."
Right behind you in this department. My apples (Liberty, Haralson & Wolf River) are ready to pick - I just need a bucket and some motivation, but I'll do it this week before it gets HOT again. (D@mmit!) Been LOVING this Fall-like weather, but I knew it wouldn't last!
"With me being gone Mrs. Augie got to spend most of Saturday supervising Howard. In spite of her best efforts to the contrary, she's falling in love with him. She even mentioned that I should clean up the big dog crate and bring it inside to see if it's possible to crate train a half-grown hound. I guess we'll find out soon enough. lol"
Tell Mrs. A that, 'Once you go Hound, you never go back!' And any hounds I've had to keep in the house due to them being born off-season in the middle of winter, (Seneca, Tigger, Oneida) did just fine crated at night...though they want OUT EARLY, like 5am.
My Basset HOUND, 'Rufus' showing Plott HOUND, 'Cayuga' the ropes around the farm:
Rufus is the Dog Love of my Life. Had him for 15 years and he was never sick or injured a day until he had some mini-strokes and that was all she wrote. I have a million funny pictures of him. He made me laugh every day of those 15 years. He'd BETTER be waiting for me in Heaven - or I'm not going. *HEART*
My oldest nephew had a Basset Hound, Chloe. She was quite a character. Probably the most independent-minded dog I’ve ever been around. That dog did what she wanted to do, when she wanted to do it, and there was nothing any human could do to change her mind once it was made up.
She liked to tease the horses and one day that behavior almost did her in. One of our Arabians got fed up with her shenanigans - he grabbed her by the scruff and tossed her halfway across the dry lot, then chased after her once she collected herself. Poor dog ran headlong into a panel fence and got her head stuck in one of the narrow-spaced openings at the bottom.
If I hadn’t been there to stop it the horse would have pounded her into a puddle of mush. She was just about choked out by the time I hacked the panel with the bolt cutters. She didn’t mess with the horses after that.
I was productive after work yesterday. Both raised beds have been replanted - kale/collards in one, turnips/rutabaga in the other. Watering the planting spot for Mrs. Augie’s baby Catalpa tree did the trick. Was able to finish digging the planting hole and stuck the tree in it. Now it’s water and wait.
We picked green beans and peppers, and picked cukes for what might be the last time this season. I’ll pick tomatoes later today. Still have two trees loaded with apples that need picked. The pear trees have a good crop but those aren’t quite ready to harvest. They need another two weeks, maybe three. The tweety birds will start peckering them when they’re ready so I’ll need to pay attention if I want to get a share.