Island Mama

It’s the end of summer.

We spent some time at the beach, although not enough this year.

We grew vegetables and flowers. The garden has been a major part of our life this summer.

We picked blackberries and made cheesecake. Blackberry mint cheesecake.

And now it’s fall. We’ve had three fires inside in the last few days, needing to warm the house up and feel cozy. And a bonfire a couple weeks ago too. I’m a little sad summer’s over, it was short, but I’m ready. Ready for apples and fires in the woodstove and bonfires outside and boots and falling leaves and, yes, the gray, the drizzle. Ready to move our life inside and read books, play games, do crafts, build forts and train tracks.

Various pictures of harvests from the last month. Some for a specific meal, some for freezing or keeping.

Timothy points out the carrots.

Ben and Timothy both helped… sort of…. dig up the potatoes. Mostly, Timothy threw the ones I dug up, and Ben looked for worms. Still, we got them all up. Out of the last three beds we got 45lbs of Yellow Finns, 45lbs of some sort of rose fingerling, I forget exactly what they are, and 35lbs of russets. There were two other beds harvested as we wanted to eat them over the last two or three months.