The Dog Days Of Fall

I’m still not used to this. I’ve been working, but I don’t presently have a job — no nine to five, no set in cement regular grind. As a result I lose track of what day it is, and with the sun rising late and setting early, I often have no idea what time it is either. I might go to bed at 8pm one night, and 1:40am the next. It’s discomfiting for me, as someone who has been steadily scheduled for as long as I can remember.

Part of me really, really likes this; another part of me is riddled with anxiety, but maybe I can learn how to deal with that. Money is tight, but money has always been tight.

One aspect of not having an office to work out of anymore is that I’ve become more or less disconnected from the harrying, and sometimes dizzying world of social media. As a result I am not up to date on current events, viral videos, cat pictures, or miracle cancer cures. Strangely my life doesn’t feel that empty — I guess ignorance is bliss.

Fall Comes to the Double Happiness 

Out in the garden the kale, mustard, chard, lettuce, and peas are thriving and producing. I’m growing a variety of winter radish that produces a dark brown, almost black root about the size of a softball. I’ve harvested a few prematurely, for the purpose of thinning the bed, and they are spicy and delicious.

I planted a heap of garlic, and it all looks good, but that won’t be harvested until mid-summer. I’ve seen no sign of life from the carrot and parsnip seeds I sowed. With the temperature dropping like it is I might have better luck getting those started in the greenhouse and then transplanting them into the vegetable bed.

Easy-E, the tractor, is down a wheel, but the wheel is in the garage, the tire fully inflated. It loses air, but the folks down at the tire store tested it and couldn’t find any leaks. I suppose it could be the valve stem. When I get a chance I’m going to mount the wheel, then jump start the tractor and move it to wherever she’s going to sit for the winter. That sounds simple on paper, but it’s a temperamental old piece of machinery, and there’s no guarantee it will go as smoothly as all that.

Dreams of a Lap Dog 

I thought we were finally going to have a smaller dog when I first met Archie, but it turns out I was wrong. The little dude has grown into a relatively large beast. He’s still skinny, but he is tall enough to get up onto the counter and his feet still look way over-sized compared to his body, so he may yet have some growing to do.

I love the dogs, but I have to admit, in a smaller house, with everyone cooped up as the weather gets colder, three big dogs makes for a dense household.

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Bob Howard has been living, working, and writing in Northern Califonria since he moved to Chico in early 2000. In January 2011, he and his wife Trish relocated to Los Molinos, 30 minutes north of Chico, where they are the proud proprietors of the Double Happiness Farm. There they grow organic food, ornamental plants and trees, and generally work to enjoy the beauty of this great region.