Rainy Days & Mondays...They Don't Get Me Down

We knew early this morning that it was going to be another rainy day, making outside work challenging and unpleasant (unless of course it was summer and you were out singing and dancing in the rain).  So we decided to take a drive through the mountains and go return the tire our good Samaritan Perry loaned us when our trailer full of horse manure got a flat (click on the link to read more about it).  Driving through the mountains is always nice, even when it's raining and especially when it's foggy...there is something mystical looking about the fog...sometimes it settles into valleys, looking like a fluffy blanket you could walk across...sometimes it wraps itself around the peaks like a shawl, warm and cozy...sometimes it hangs lightly in the air, like it was near this barn that we passed on the way home, giving an ethereal quality to it.

We also stopped at thrift store and I found this awesome cookie press.  It was a great deal and my mom used to have one (or maybe it was my grandmother?); I figured every well equipped Log Can ought to have a Cooky Press!  It has the shape attachments and recipes...can't wait to try making cookies with it...you can be sure I will tell you all about it!

Before we headed out this morning, we decided to lay the winter rye seed down in the garden, taking advantage of the earth's natural watering system.  So we collected sawdust we had laying around from wood chopping, and threw it onto the remaining part of the garden that did not get any mulch yet (this would be day 3 of getting the garden ready for winter).  And then we manually scattered the rye seed all over the mulched garden plot.  We still plan on making and spreading more mulch, though now we are debating whether or not we should wait until the rye sprouts.  We also may use straw instead of more mulch...decisions, decisions!  If anyone has suggestions, don't hesitate to share:)

It's been a good rainy Monday!

Thanks for reading my blog, you are the best f/f/r/s/f's, see you tomorrow,
Lise