There’s a tiny dot in the road, way up where it starts to turn to the left in the distance.  That’s a fox.  He had been in our driveway.  I accidentally scared him away by starting to yell “Get outa here, cat!”

My co-telecommuter-worker and I exchanged “God I am bored” pix during our team meeting Monday.

I have a killer head cold today.  Ouch.

The High Holy Days are THIS weekend!  And my new mudroom construction (or I guess, first, porch demolition) starts MONDAY!

 

So, in it all comes.

Notice the beets… I grew cylindrical beets this year.  I hate peeling beets; the more spherical and small, the more I hate it.  These were awesomely easy to peel.  I could peel all day 😉

 

At the Essex Resort & Spa this weekend.  We had a dinner chef’ed by her last night, and saw a cooking demo by her today.  She is loads of fun!

“Panic is a form of hubris.  It comes from the smug feeling that one knows exactly where the world is heading: down.  Bewilderment is more humble and therefore more clear-sighted.  Do you feel like running down the street crying ‘The apocalypse is upon us’?  Try telling yourself, ‘No, it’s not that.  Truth is, I just don’t understand what’s going on in the world.'”

“We are now creating tame humans that produce enormous amounts of data and function as very efficient chips in a huge data-processing mechanism, but these data-cows hardly maximize the human potential.  Indeed, we have no idea what our full human potential is, because we know so little about the human mind.”

Yuri Noah Harari, 21 Lessons for the 21st Century

The Penny Miller Mudroom WILL be built here at Wiseacres!

The annual St. Jean-sur-Richilieu bike excursion.  First, a new brewery, Brasserie Dunham.  Seen them a couple of times at festivals, and they never had anything we really wanted to drink; I found the pub offerings bitter, though X thought they were fine.  Food was pretty good, particularly the gazpacho.  Man I love gazpacho.  Particularly cilantro.

Biked maybe 15 km to Chambly and visited old favorite, Bedondaine, and I had my old favorite, La Mentheuse.  Yes, that means mint.  MINT BEER WORKS!  I SWEAR!

Biked back with a full moon coming up.  I unabashedly love my life.

Finished the last two colors yesterday – a turquoise and a true green, using Greener Shades earth-friendlier dye colors.

It was hard to motivate myself to do this yesterday on such a dreary day as it was.  But I knew today would be a much brighter day, literally, and all would be well with my mood, and of course it is.  I thought we would get in some kind of bike today, but the main event turned out to be buying a bit of hay for the boys.  Hay in August is something we have never needed in 20 years of goat raising; but such a dry summer turned everything brown. and the boys looked pretty woeful stuck in their pasture.  At least on the girls’ side, we can let them out regularly to roam.

That’s all from Paradise a.k.a. Wiseacres Farm in Vermont Summer!

My own string beans and kale.  Farmer’s market potatoes and grape leaves.  🙂

So I was walking out of the farm & yard store the other day, and they had this little birdbath outside the exit, about waist high, with water in it.  You will not guess what I almost instinctively did.  I almost blessed myself with it.