Our house, along with the project house and another one we completed a few years ago were both featured on the Historic Fall Homes Tour in October, which almost killed us. It certainly killed our garden, since we were so busy trying to make the project house walkable and ready for the tour that we didn't have time to tend to the veggies. So they ended up looking sad and forgotten among a sea of ever-encroaching rye grass and weeds. I suspect the super-wet Spring this year and then bone-dry summer had something to do with it also.
|R.I.P. Kermit. We will miss you giving us a stern talking-to every time we visited the coop.|
And I just realized that there's a lot of references to death in this post, which makes this title so apropos. It's the circle of life that ends and then begins anew and that's where we are now on the cusp of the new year. 2017 will bring a new flock, a renewed garden, a honey-do list dragged out from under the cobwebs and spit-cleaned, and a revitalized hope for what we can accomplish this year.
Let's begin, shall we?