Hoarding
The market is ending next week so I went up and bought 25 pounds of potatoes. And we don’t even eat many potatoes. But everyone is out blowing leaves around on this beautiful fall morning, my amish Covered Bridge Farm friends are giving out free samples of their incredible eggnog and I got worried about having enough potatoes to last through the winter. Plus they were seconds so they were less than fifty cents a pound. Still…. well, it should be interesting to see how many I have left at the end of the winter.
I also bought a lovely whole duck and some short ribs. The hardest part about getting through the winter is worrying about getting good, local meat but it turns out the beef guy will deliver to Crocker Park once a month. If I plan accordingly, that ought to work out just fine.
Meantime, it is a lovely, warm fall day and the entire neighborhood is out attacking the leaves with their loud blowers; the town leaf-sucker is out and it is general mayhem. You’d think leaves were a scourge or something! It’s a little disturbing. I took a quiet walk through the woods this morning and crunched through the leaves — in their place, ready to crackle with frost and turn sodden after thaws. Making warm, fresh earth. And then there are all these poor suburban leaves, blown to the curb. It’s so loud out there, one really would prefer to stay inside — even on such a pretty day.