A James Stevenson cover from 1973.
A Sunday morning cartoon. For more cartoons from this week’s issue: http://nyr.kr/zJtCnC
(Source: newyorker.com)
Kenyon’s photo of the day.
It gets dark at 4:00 now. I miss these nights. But, hunker in for the winter, look forward to Turkey/Morocco/Greece/Spain, and get going.
Boys.
NASA is hiring, you guys.
Isaac and Alden wash apples before pressing them into cider.
And just like that, all the boats are out of the water.
A drive down east got awfully blustery.
This is how I spend lots of my days. Being a nanny is fun.
The house is snug tonight, but the frost is coming soon. So, tomorrow, I must:
Press cider
Build cold frames
Dig hole for hot frames
Pick all vegetables still in the garden
Move herbs inside
Finish preserving tomatoes
Plan a new grazing area for the goats
Phew.
(photo credit to Cyrus Dworsky)
After three tries, a dozen matches, and a beer, I got the wood stove going. Knox is very interested.
