The time has flown past us is in a whirl wind of activity as we struck items off our to do list this spring and summer. Now we look, with tired bodies, at what is ready and what still needs to be prepped in the garden and for the bees before winter sets in.
It’s been a good season.
The chicken coop is shingled, protected from the weather this year. Now the buildings match, which we appreciate.
The buckwheat has fallen and is ready to be tilled in or left to frost kill and we can do it next spring…whatever.
The raspberry patch as been taken down to 2 feet, weeded and mowed.
The garlic bed buckwheat has been tilled under and is ready to plant this weekend. Roses love garlic so we are planting some behind the rose arches in hopes it helps with aphids.
The saffron crocus are in bloom and need to be protected and harvested daily as they bloom.
The final pea planting is hooped with a tarp at the ready for frosty nights.
The empty beds have been over planted with oats for cover crop.
The bees have their small entrance reducers on, honey has been harvested and they will have their final inspection and winterizing this weekend. Each gets a bottom foam board and a solid plywood board under that then a sugar feed board topped with sugar. Any weak swarm captures may be combined with a stronger established hive, we’ll see at inspection if the queens are alive and thriving. We have saved full honey frames from the harvest to give back if needed, it’s better than sugar and we really don’t need all 126 lbs we stole from them.
There is the last of the carrot, beets and turnip to pull and store as well. The frost helps them sweeten so we are in no hurry other than watching for overgrowth and cracking, and they are going a wee bit over board at the moment.
I think that about covers the progress and to-do for now.
Loving the cooler air, the sweet smell of fresh juniper wood (8 cord) still to be cut. Things move slower now, more time spent wrapped in blankets in the rocking chairs on the deck, enjoying the last of the quiet evenings while we can. Some how the time is more precious knowing the snow will blow soon.