What's New on Sunny Toad Farm...

Today is the 6th of October.  I write this and have to check the calendar to make sure I am correct.  How can it be fall already?  I have to admit it catches me by surprise most years.  It is my usual to forget to put out Autumn decorations until the Thanksgiving turkey is in the oven.  It seems we move 100 miles a minute all summer doing what we have been dreaming done while laying all slugabed in winter.

I have another admission, that the first frost often comes just in time to save my sanity.  In early spring we eagerly press seeds beneath soil and await their emergence.  When they appear they need the care of a newborn to survive the chill.  All summer we carefully nurture them keeping weeds and pests clear and adding a cool drink when the clouds fail.  In their maturity they supply us with an abundance of much longed for nourishment.  And more...and more...and more!  While I am greatful I soon become overwhelmed with the amount of food available for my stewardship.  We press on and preserve what we cannot eat.  By the time a killing frost blankets the gardens and orchard the gardener in me is exhausted and ready to let it rest.

You would laugh if you knew before I blathered on so that I just yesterday arrived home refreshed from a week at the beach!  We took a long awaited trip to the beach that Breadwinner and I honeymooned on 15 years ago.  Up until the day before we left I was in the kitchen processing our garden bounty.  We came back refreshed and ready to tackle our to do lists.

This was The View From the Throne Room earlier this summer

First on the list was to sand and stain our new wrap around porch. check and check.  Next thing this week is to harvest our pumpkin and squash garden.  Autumn decorations. check!

Breadwinner used the lift to tear off a most-recent-in-history add on.  He found a squirrel nest and the momma safely relocated when left alone.  

Here is the front of the house sans the concrete porch and peonies.  Take a good look at the last picture.  My hundred year old peonies may not have survived the move.  Although I survived having to prep new locals and digging them out of the hard unforgiving ground.  It would be in poor form for them to die on me!

The porch being added.  I have never understood why they call them wrap around.  It only goes half way around the house...