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October 20

        "O suns and skies and clouds of June,
        And flowers of June together,
        Ye cannot rival for one hour
        October's bright blue weather..."

Thus begins one of my mother's favorite poems, taught to her by her grandmother, for whom it was also a favorite poem.  Days like we have had lately certainly make us mindful of the weather that must have inspired the words the poet put down back in the mid-1800s.  Our days have been lovely, warm and bright, and the nights have been cool.  It's that time of year when it's nice to have a fire in the stove when you awaken, just to take the chill away.  Then when the sun rises, it's comfortable enough to be outdoors in short sleeves.

Happily, there are still things to be done in the garden at this time, this year.  The pumpkins are turning orange.  Autumn radishes are ready for harvest.  We are still getting a few red tomatoes and the pepper plants continue producing fruit.  And of course there are potatoes to be dug...

About me:

My name is Theresa, aka "Tree" to some longtime friends and a few relatives.

I'm a (mostly) stay-at-home-mom of two.  My passions include my family, my faith, and living in a simple manner that respects the blessings we have been given.

O suns and skies and clouds of June,
And flowers of June together,
Ye cannot rival for one hour
October's bright blue weather;
When loud the bumble-bee makes haste,
Belated, thriftless vagrant,
And Golden-Rod is dying fast,
And lanes with grapes are fragrant;
When Gentians roll their fringes tight
To save them for the morning,
And chestnuts fall from satin burrs
Without a sound of warning;
When on the ground red apples lie
In piles like jewels shining,
And redder still on old stone walls
Are leaves of woodbine twining;
When all the lovely wayside things
Their white-winged seeds are sowing,
And in the fields, still green and fair,
Late aftermaths are growing;
When springs run low, and on the brooks,
In idle golden freighting,
Bright leaves sink noiseless in the hush
Of woods, for winter waiting;
When comrades seek sweet country haunts,
By twos and twos together,
And count like misers, hour by hour,
October's bright blue weather.
O suns and skies and flowers of June,
Count all your boasts together,
Love loveth best of all the year
October's bright blue weather.
                    ------Helen Hunt Jackson

Fruit of the Earth

One of my favorite autumn garden tasks is digging potatoes.  I love to be outside, playing in the dirt, with the warm autumn sun and the bright October sky.  It's like digging for buried treasure.  Or, maybe, collecting interest on what I put away in "savings" last spring (when we planted them).  Funny how the first task of the garden season is often planting potatoes and the last task is digging them.

Now if you were to rewind to July and ask me to dig potatoes, my response would not be polite (and certainly not allowable to be published here!).  We've been told to dig potatoes when the plants start dying, or anytime after they have started blooming.  I'm sorry, but I'm just not digging potatoes under the sweltering July Kansas sun.

Therefore, we leave our potatoes safely hidden in the ground until the days are in the 60s, rather than the 90s.  We probably lose a few to grubs, and some do rot, but we still get way above the average of 10 pounds harvested for every one pound planted.

We love potatoes cooked many ways:  fried, mashed, boiled and buttered, and baked.  There's nothing like a big baked potato, covered with cheese, homemade chili, and sour cream on a chilly autumn night!

Many people like to bake their potatoes in the microwaves.  In fact, a lot of newer microwave ovens even have "Baked Potato" settings, just for that.  It's quick and easy.  Just poke a few holes in each potato with a sharp knife or fork, and distribute evenly on a plate.  It takes about 10 minutes to bake potatoes this way.

The tastiest method, in my opinion, is still to cook them the slow way in the regular oven.  Wrap the potato in foil, or rub the outside of it with cooking oil or bacon grease, place in oven and bake for about an hour at 350 degrees F.

The Problem with Autumn

There is only one problem with working outdoors at this time of the year, and that is Asian Lady Beetles.  They're nasty little orange and black things that swarm on the most otherwise-perfect days of autumn.  They swarm by the hundreds.  They get in your hair, on your skin and under your clothes.  While generally more of a nuisance than harmful, they do bite, especially when up a pant leg or a sleeve.  Plus they stink if you squash them.  Chickens won't eat them, and I don't like to spray, so they're pretty much here until cold weather sets in for the year.

From what I've read, these beetles are believed to have come into the United States from China/Russia/Japan on a sea-going vessel, via the New Orleans port, in the late 1980s.  Prior to that there had been attempts to introduce them to control insect pests in agriculture, but none survived until this group in Louisiana.  Now they're here to stay.

They swarm in the autumn because they are looking for places to hide for the winter.  Asian Lady Beetles especially like to crowd together inside buildings, where there can be thousands of them packed together inside the walls.  They look for cracks in walls that give them access to protected locations.  Thankfully, they don't seem to breed inside buildings, so once they're settled we don't see them.  They will remain there until the first warm days of spring, when they move out and return to their summer feeding and breeding areas in fields and forests.

But for now, it's nearly impossible to work outdoors on sunny warm afternoons, such as today.  So I guess I'll go clean house and leave the potato digging for tomorrow morning!

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