Next we put the corn cobs in the oven.

Wood pile is finally done being stacked. Barns are getting cleaned out. Garden beds are getting prepped for fall/winter rest. Clothes are getting switched over and I had my first adventure of hunting for the best winter gear for little! The tree tops are beginning to turn to the comforting reddish orange. The nights and mornings have a nip in the air. The sunset is starting to shift back to perfectly center in the middle of our vista view over the mountains.

The edge of the fall season has us acting like squirrels saving up for winter. The last few weeks have been a frenzy to harvest our veggies, buy up all the other veggies that we want, and process everything like crazy. Little man has a new job. He can now shuck corn husks and scoop corn kernels into freezer bags. He is an amazing corn assistant!  Of course, after processing 50 ears of corn and storing away for winter yummies, we had the great problem of what to do with 50 corn cobs. The fall mice brigade has started to intrude and we realized the intensity this year was much different than before. Thus we are now trekking our compost up the hill to the gigantic compost area as suggested by the farm owners. Fine, all fine, not a problem, except when you have 50 corn cobs in the evening when it’s not exactly appropriate to intrude on them. So like the paranoid people that we are, we put the corn cobs in a container and put that into the oven along with a blanket rolled up with extra corn kernel bits. Success.

Little is excited about trying apple picking, cider donuts, and pumpkins. He has never experienced any of these things so we will proceed with caution, not knowing what triggers await us and cross our fingers! Of course it helps that I am fiercely excited, sure, but nevertheless he is looking forward to trying all these new fall things that he hasn’t done before.

As I looked around, I realized, I have arrived at the intersection of country, bumpkin, brilliant, beautiful, and the hardest lifestyle worth living–I realized I am definitely living the Vermont life and how sweet it is!

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3 thoughts on “Next we put the corn cobs in the oven.

  1. What an exciting time of year! I am so excited for you to experience all these new things with your little guy – I can just imagine how magical and fun it will all be for his first time (and I’ll keep my fingers crossed that not too many triggers get pushed in the process!).

    This is corny, but I read this and am just so happy for you. What an amazing thing, to raise a family, and it’s so great that you’re taking it a day at a time and really enjoying it.

    You’ve also made me wonder what you do with all that frozen corn! 🙂

    Mindy

    On Sun, Sep 11, 2016 at 5:41 PM, Muddled Sunrise wrote:

    > savjoke posted: “Wood pile is finally done being stacked. Barns are > getting cleaned out. Garden beds are getting prepped for fall/winter rest. > Clothes are getting switched over and I had my first adventure of hunting > for the best winter gear for little! The tree tops are ” >

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    1. Haha! Eat it! We eat it in the winter when we are sad pandas without fresh stuff. Summer zucchini, summer squash, corn, rhubarb, blueberries, black raspberries, eggplant, cucumbers, and more are all stored up in the deep freezer chest ready for January-ish.

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  2. Having visited you last fall for two weeks, I, and I would guess Peggy too, have a pretty good understanding of your living and loving the Vermont lifestyle. It is a beautiful state, and fall there is especially pretty. And having a little one to share it all with, would be such fun! Maybe even having the little one to share it with is the biggest part of the excitement and fun! Wish we lived much closer to you and little one!

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