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The first frost has come and gone. It’s appearance was welcome and brief, the garden left undamaged. The pace of growth slows and mornings are chilly. Hitty Anne Sabine recorded one of the last blossoms on the Purple Sweet Potatoes. They had bloomed beautifully, albeit elusively, throughout the season, with dark violet throats fading to palest lavender.

Tater Crop 1

The sweet potatoes were an experiment, grown in bags, raised from slips, inspired by the North Country Hittys; encouraged by Miss Belvia at Aunt Katie’s Community Garden and the good folks at the Living Tree.

Tater Crop 2

It is a minimal harvest, but a successful experiment – enough for a jolly supper for the Gardeners, Guests and very small dolls. The potatoes must cure unwashed for a time, but even with the dirt, aren’t they are a lovely color?

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I Enjoy Being A Ghoul

…with apologies to Nancy Kwan

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Yorick, between engagements, is always eager to be of assistance, even in the Costume Shop…er, sewing room. Helping hands he cannot provide, but today his discerning eye and impeccable good taste compelled him to give a nod of approval to Agapanthus’s selection of silk flowers for seasonal floral crowns intended for two Little Girls.

Flower Crown

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Behind the mountains and through the trees, the late afternoon sun illuminated a work-in-progress:  a watercolor of the chalet Agapanthus and LL Mustache called home for a brief few days.

Guntersville 418 In Progress

The chalet on the bluffs

Agapanthus had perched at the artist’s elbow, quietly confident in his ability to capture a perfect afternoon. Little Lord Mustache thought the depiction of the festive fire hydrant should have received a bit more attention, given its importance in the composition, its importance in general.  It is, of course, a matter of perspective.

EPSON MFP image

418

 

Lake Guntersville State Park

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Morning 3b

Before the rising sun evaporates the evening’s rain

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The Summer sun, lifting above the trees, illuminated a sparkling cloud of no-see-ums billowing through the roses. Their retreat and advance appeared as breath drawn and exhaled. Cicadas chorused. Trying to beat the heat, the Mockingbirds had already begun their daily tasks, which were many and, naturally, included sampling the ripeness of every fig at the top of the tree.

There is always give and take in the garden. Always a balance.  If it is a game, it is not strictly played fairly by some residents. Weather-wise, this season had the Gardeners one up on the fig side and down by three on the other fruit trees. The summer had produced a goodly amount of figs – enough for everyone, really, but the Mockingbirds love to have the very last warble and often can look you straight in the eye while beaking your fruit.

EPSON MFP image

The fledgling sharpens his technique.

 

Agapanthus was pleased to have worked as part of the team that had rescued figs when so many had come ripe all on one day. Two afternoons of jam-making had produced a reasonable supply. The Fig ‘n’ Strawberry went into the freezer. The Fig and Lemon was properly canned and suitably labeled…a salute to the opposition and a game well-played.

Jam Labels Agapanthus

Hitty Agapanthus labels the jars of fig jam.

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~~~Like a hell-broth boil and bubble~~~

Macbeth Act 4, Scene 1

Not altogether weird, but definitely sisters, Hedydd and Panthy got up to a bit of brewing in kitchen, preparing for the possibility of a sniffle this rainy summer. A fire-cider is not too different than the old family cure-all, hot lemonade – a great deal more chopping and many more ingredients, however. The kitchen smelled as aromatically, even if a bit heavy on the garlic…and really, is that a bad thing?

Fire 7

The rosemary fresh from the garden was fragrant, but the jalapeños made even painted eyes water, poor Hedydd!

Fire 8

Layers of horseradish, onion, garlic, turmeric, jalapeño and ginger.

Topped with lemon juice and apple cider vinegar, the cider must mature for a month in a cool place. Fingers inadvertently dipped while adjusting layers and sampled afterward found the concoction already bright and tasty.

Fire Cider 6

It’ll cure what ails you, no doubt.

 

The Wiregrass Hitties and Mad for the Farthing Crowd tried this recipe for their first brewing of Fire Cider:

https://www.mommypotamus.com/fire-cider-recipe/

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