Saturday, October 19, 2013
Thinking ahead to the holiday baking, I spent the afternoon cracking walnuts - lots of walnuts - and I have half a grocery bag still unshelled. These nuts were a gift from my Fiddletown friend Tinka, and they are wonderful, full and meaty and not a worm in the bunch. Shelling nuts is a great way to while away an autumn afternoon; productive without hard work. Warm enough to leave the front door open, I could watch the turkeys scratch and gabble in the herb garden and a pair of young ground squirrels cavorting on the boulders across the driveway while I hammered and picked.
Nearly seven and the coyotes still sing, caught in the spell of the Hunter's Moon.