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Autumn spectacle at the farmette

It's a chilly, damp, grey day at the farmette. Only about 10C. We've had quite a bit of rain over the past couple of weeks, and the ground is soaked. So no gardening in the immediate future.

Luckily, we've also had incredible colours on the trees - which partially made up for it.

Last week, when I was out for my daily walk, I got all inspired to take photographs up through the canopy of some our maples, and here's the result:

Pretty cool, eh? These trees line the front of the property and are getting on in years. Like the residents of the farmette. Not to put too fine a point on it.

Speaking of which, I've been really having a hard time with bursitis in my hips - and, since I'm trying not to be one of those old fogies who endlessly complains about aches and pains - I'll leave it at that. It does put a bit of a crimp in my style, though.

Fortunately, I can still cook. And, given that the colder weather is upon us and the furnace has had to be re-started, I decided to make squash soup. Which is something I've never done before, given that certain other inhabitants of the farmette don't like most above-ground vegetables.

Sister Sandy graciously gave me one of the gourds from her garden, and I googled around the internet to find a slightly different recipe. Which I found on a site called Seasons and Suppers.

For this one, you have to roast the squash before adding it to the onions which have been sautéed in lots of butter.

The kicker was a couple of yummy elements - grated apple and maple syrup - that made all the difference.

It's pretty simple - add a sprig of thyme and some cream just before blending all the ingredients together.

It takes about two hours all in, and I was done in time for lunch yesterday. A short snooze came quickly after, because I was so warmed and filled up! For his lunch, Rob made himself a lovely turkey sandwich on whole wheat spread with our homemade tomato jam.

The soup recipe said it was freezable, so I'll have lunch for myself a couple of more times as we move through the next few months.

The news has been all Trump-diagnosed-with-coronavirus all the time - you'd think there was nothing else going on in the world. That's okay.

I'll just put the ice pack on my hip, enjoy the fall colours while they're still here, thaw out some squash soup and hunker down at the farmette until this pandemic has played itself out. I hope everyone else in the friends and family circle is doing fine.

Until next week.


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