10/17/2026
Today was an INTENSE day. Between a rough night with a kiddo with a horrible ear infection, an entire morning of chicken kulling, interspersed with soccer games (shoutout to Angela Battle for coming in clutch), urgent doctors appointments and the urgency of getting the harvest in for the frost. It was A DAY.
However I cannot get over what we accomplished, all by working together with friends. We got the last but sweetest of the raspberry crop, an entire boat load of pears from our Belchertown heirloom pear tree, the Ginnybrooke, as well as the very last tomatillos and peppers. Not to mention nearly 50 chickens dispatched and cleaned, with just Matt and our friend Sergio on the case at the end while I ran around like a crazy lady.
This is the incredibly hard part of homesteading. The frost waits for no one. It doesnāt care that you have soccer games you want to go watch, that your kid was up all night in pain, or that you have far more things to preserve than you can possible get done in time. I already spent the last several weeks canning peppers and tomatoes and Iām still not nearly done.
Tomorrow (and probably the next) are going to spent processing chickens and the next several weeks after that, putting up the rest of the harvest. Itās a crazy amount of work. However, as I sit here eating a delicious honey broiled pear Ć la mode matt made me, itās hard to feel anything but grateful. This is MY Thanksgiving. š