Thought we’d move ahead significantly in moving the marionberries today, but no! We only got three moved because my husband nicked the power line to the storage building. That meant time was spent repairing it. At least the last of the marionberries, that were in my flower garden, have been moved. We’ll start getting more of them out of the grapes the next time we transplant. That won’t be until Monday or Tuesday because I work all weekend.

Later in the afternoon a lady came by and got a few more of the marionberries. That means all the marionberries by the house are out. That is fantastic! Now I can clean that area up and put up my outdoor sink before winter sets in and it has to lay around for another year.

Small pecan in shell
Drumroll! Our very first edible pecan. It is tiny but fully ripe.

We got to eat our very first pecan ever from our trees today. It was tiny and had very little “meat” to it, but boy did it ever taste like a pecan! We have a few more on the tree. Hopefully, a few of them are more filled in and bigger but I must admit even getting one is great because we haven’t had any that were edible before. This means we are at the beginning of many, many years of yummy pecans. Hopefully, the squirrels won’t find them for a few years. I do know how to outsmart them, though, as these trees are offspring of some trees at a house we rented when we first moved to the area. I learned to go out early in the morning and check for any husks that had split open even a tiny bit. If they had I would pop them open the rest of the way and take the nut. We got 40 pounds one year by me doing that. Nothing better than homegrown pecans, since they cost about $10 to $20 a pound depending on whether they are organic or not.

Inside of tiny pecan
It had intense pecan flavor for such a tiny nut.

I started in on some more trials of the embroidery patterns for Halloween and Fall. So far all but one are good. I did have to pause in the middle of one of them (something I just learned to do). I had to do some of the edge mowing so that we are not neck deep in grass by next week. The grass next to the house grows so fast it is aggravating. Within a couple of days of mowing it is already starting to put on seed heads again. Anyway, I can get to the greenhouse without a machete now. (A bit of an exaggeration.)

Worked on cross-stitching while I watched a special on Scarlatti. Funny, but cross-stitching while you are listening to music that would have been played while people cross-stitched (if you were aristocracy) really seemed to cause a noticeable relaxation in me. They felt like they were meant to go together.

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