Our Sweet Orange Peppers Are Sure Tasty This Time of Year

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Good mornin’! Each day brings a fresh start—are you out there tendin’ to your dreams? Or— just plowin’ the same old field?

It sure is a beautiful day here in Northern Ontario. The sun’s just coming up, shining through the trees, lighting up the fall colours in a way that makes you stop and stare. The thing is— it changes with every passing second, and I can’t help but stand there, not wanting to walk away. There’s something about this time of year that gets to me, hard to explain. Makes me wonder how many folks miss out on these little moments.

Highway 522’s still slow, like it always is this time of year. But truth be told, there’s no other road I’d rather be on in the fall. It’s one of those stretches where you don’t have to hurry, giving you the chance to really take in all that nature has to offer. Every so often, a critter will wander across the road, or you’ll see one grazing along the edge. And with those fall colours all around, well, let me tell you, it’s a sight that sticks with you.

On another note, my wife and I got the grass cut the other day. With the cooler temps and heavy dew in the mornings, it’s been growing leaps and bounds. My wife has been saving the clippings along with the chewed-up maple leaves, spreading them across our vegetable garden, now that it’s done for the year. Once the leaves finish falling and the grass stops growing, I’ll till it all under, and that’ll give the garden what it needs for a good crop of veggies next year. No need for chemical fertilizers around here. After we finished up, we sat on our swing with a cold glass of water, just taking in everything around us. When it’s all done up like that, it sure is a sight to see. Gotta tell ya, “it’s a fine place to live.”

Today, I’m not quite sure what I’ll do yet. It’s a nice day, so I’m thinking about tidying up the woodworking shop to get it ready for some projects I want to tackle later this year. I also need to bring over some firewood from the bush beside the house. It’s pine, which is softwood—I don’t use it for heating the house because it builds up too much creosote, but it’s perfect for the old shop stove. I’ve always enjoyed working in the shop when it’s cold outside and snow is blowing around. There’s something about that old stove burning away that makes everything feel just right. I can’t quite explain it, but it’s a good feeling.

With that, I’m off for a bowl of cereal this morning—Shreddies for a change. After that, I’ll head out to the front porch with a cup of hot cocoa to share the moment with my lovely wife.

You all have a great day, and I will leave you all with this to ponder on. “A kind word is like a seed; plant it where you can, and watch it grow.” GW