It's almost safe to enter the kitchen

Yes indeed. Canning season has officially ended and today I am cleaning my kitchen floor. Whoopppeee. It's been long over due. there were drops and spots and a place where I stuck to the floor in front of the refrigerator. So it had to be done. I haven't felt energetic enough to do it until today. So while the first area is drying - it's a completely different color of white - and the dryer is tossing my scatter rugs around with a loud thump, I thought I'd catch up a little on my writing.
It's not that anyone in the world should care about how I spend my days cleaning, baking, cooking or canning, however, I feel the need to write and so blogs are perfect for ex-news editors. It's like my weekly column online. Of course, there are moments I wish I could drop everything I was working on and write - because sometimes beautiful sentences slip away like our extended fall weather.
Since it's supposed to snow - and why not, it's nearly the end of the month - I thought I would dig the last of my carrot crop and make some vegetable soup. It smells so good in here as I roast the soup bones with some onion and garlic (also from my garden) in the oven while I clean. Later I will scrap all the good stuff out of the pan and put it all in a stock pot - of which I have plenty. I will then roast up some tiny pieces of round steak from the Wagner beef we purchased earlier this year - and add those to the stock pot after straining the bones and wilted veggies out. That will take placer much later in the day. But in the meantime the stock with its bay leaves, peppercorns and all spice balls will scent my house above and beyond the Pinesol - okay, so I am out of Pinesol and using something else.
The sun has not burned through the clouds, but I may just hang my laundry outdoors anyway. In colder temperatures, the smell seems to permeate and stick longer. Oh blessed bedtime with fresh washed sheets dried outdoors.
It's also time to refill the bird feeders. Poor things haven't had any easy pickings all week. The crops next to our place have been nearly all harvested revealing the many deer that hide amongst the corn all summer long. Much to their dismay - they too will become the "harvest" of fall. That means only one thing to me - I had better wear my orange vest while hanging out the laundry. The sound of shotguns along the river during goose hunting season is nothing compared to the high power deer rifle season that begins soon.
Okay, back to the floor. I forgot to mention the real impetus for soup was the fresh dill I found in the garden - boy cabbage, beets, potatoes, tomatoes, onions, garlic, carrots and local meat .... soaked up with fresh baked bread and topped off with rhubarb crisp and ice cream. So, what are you having for dinner tomorrow?