Calabash

I've recovered from my McCruelty (I'm Hatin' It!) lapse in judgement and have been making bread every day since in penance. (What am I Catholic? No, we were just out of bread and the girls and Julian love playing with the dough.) Especially Julian, "Mo pay do!"

I had no idea we had so many gourds growing out there in our garden. We must have brought in about 25 or 30 ladle gourds, some of them as long as Cecilia and Lagenaria gourds (bird house gourds.) I'm not sure if they've had a chance to "harden off" at all so lest they all freeze and be ruined, we have them all in the basement to cure. However, I just read that that's now such a good idea so we'll have to move them to the barn tomorrow. Evidently, the lengthy curing process can be a bit messy and smelly.

We had the most gorgeous spider in our garden all summer and we're sad to see her go. She looked a bit sluggish today from enduring the cold last night. Hopefully she had time to make an egg sack. She looked like the spider from Miss Spiders Tea Party, yellow and black zig zaggy patterns.