Well, we celebrated our annual Fall Gathering yesterday, as close to the Harvest Moon as we could get! And, it was my dad's birthday to boot! The morning started out beautifully, the weather was gorgeous, blustery winds, blue sunny sky. It took all morning to set up. We got the cider press out and buckets full of apples, we set up tables for food, beer, raffle items. We prepared a little area in front of the house for kids to plant bulbs and make bird feeders. We were so busy from sun up to well after sun down, that I completely neglected to take ANY pictures. not one. bummer. Because one of the highlights of the day was when a mysterious SUV pulled up, and a man got out and said to me, "I've got a spinner for you." Naturally I was a bit surprised, but mostly confused, and then I took a peek into the back of his rig, and out comes a lovely lady in a purple sweater with a spinning wheel and a whole basket full of raw wool. She came to spin for people. How totally cool is that? Just one of the many awesome displays of this most homesteady event. She sat in front of the old milkhouse spinning away. And I didn't get even one photo of it!! So, I am on the search for anyone who did, and when/if I find that person, i will be sure to post some pics of her on this site. Oh, man so many other great moments like that. The real theme of the party was wind though. It was very windy, and bit chilly, so a lot of lil ones ended up here in our cozy teeny tiny house, my kids included. My fabulous father took some photos of the event, and I asked him to let me post them, so here they are!
We are all gearing up for some cooler temps around here. So ready for it. Loving the idea of slowing down a bit, or so I hope. We are preparing for our annual Fall Gathering up here on the Homestead. This Saturday we will host a big party. We will bust out the 100 year old cider press, make cider from our dear old orchard apples, worms and all, and have a Montana good time. It's actually my fathers birthday, and he will be joining us in all the fun. My dad, the best in the world. He is probably why I have this innate desire to be a farmer, or at least pretend to be one. He farmed his whole life, even when it wasn't making him any money. He recently retired, and moved to a little fishing town where he decidedly is not farming anymore. But, we intend to call upon his fence fixing expertise when he gets here, and I think he will like it, even if secretly.