Hard Frost


A couple weeks ago, we found ourselves hustling feverishly around the garden, racing the setting sun.

Not that that’s anything new though. With the days growing shorter and the to-do list growing longer, it actually seems to be a pretty common occurrence this time of year…

But there was kind of an extra sense of urgency that night — an extra dose of excitement.

Y’see, we were slated to get our first hard frost in the morning, and we still hadn’t finished harvesting our “warm season” crops (e.g. the tomatoes, peppers, squash, pumpkins, melons, etc.)

So there we were, hurriedly picking the fruits of our labors. Nearly 8 months of labor, I might add. And we were hauling it all down to the root cellar — hopefully before it got too dark to see.

I tell ya, it was a pretty exciting race! Continue reading “Hard Frost”


Filling The Freezer


My hands were shaking and my breath was coming in quick, ragged gasps.

I was having a hard time holding the binoculars steady.

The small herd of deer I was watching at the bottom of the hill was at least 120 yards away — but my heart was hammering so hard in my chest, I was afraid all that thumping was gonna scare ’em off…

The deer didn’t seem to pay us any mind, however. They were too busy nibbling daintily at the sage brush and flicking their little black-tipped tails. As far as they were concerned, it was just another quiet, frosty autumn morning.

After waiting for what seemed like an eternity, though, I finally heard the sharp POW! of Lindsey’s .243 Winchester at my side. Continue reading “Filling The Freezer”

Digging Taters


Gosh! I love this time of year!

The leaves are changing color. The shadows are lengthening. The weather is crisp and cold. And there’s just a special kind of excitement in the air.

Can you feel it?!

Everything seems to be bursting with energy and urgency as we step closer and closer to winter.

We’ve definitely been feeling that excitement and urgency here at the One Acre Lott — not to mention an overwhelming drive to get stuff harvested and “put up” before the ground freezes.

As a matter of fact, a week or so ago, we had 3 evenings in a row where, as soon as dinner was finished, Lindsey and I would bundle the girls, grab our shovels, and then head out as a family to dig potatoes — leaving the dishes to be washed later that night (sometimes much later that night, unfortunately).

But, man! Those were fun evenings! Continue reading “Digging Taters”