Autumn to the Max
About two more months of this type of weather would really be perfect. On the downside, I wonder where all the Boxelder bugs crawl out of when the fall sun is this warm? Is there any earthly good that can be accredited to them?
Today seemed like a good day to roast a chicken with a side of baked acorn squash for supper. Of course, buying a roasting chicken can’t hold a candle to the ones that we raised when we lived at South Branch. Those hens didn’t walk, strutting their stuff. They waddled. Every hand that was available would be called into duty when the fall days determined these beauties were heading for the freezer. Feathers flew as fast as the chit chatting and before we knew it the deed was done. Good memories, good eating.