Stop me if you’ve heard this about the name of our village:
Svätý Anton means Saint Anthony in the Slovak language. He was a Portuguese priest and a Franciscan Friar, patron saint of finding lost things and lost people.
When the Soviets finally cracked down on the satellite state called Czechoslovakia back in 1948, all towns named after saints – there were many in the very Catholic country – were ordered to change their name to a non-religious one.
Svätý Anton changed its name to Antol, from the Greek anatolla meaning "break of day." (It’s also the non-religious version of Anton).
And even though its official name was changed back to Svätý Anton after the fall of communism, locals still often refer to it as Antol.
Anyway, today the temperature did not reach 60°F (16°C).
After our morning walk with Sisi…
we decided that autumn has definitely arrived.
Scott has ordered another couple of cubic meters of firewood, in anticipation of firing up the wood-burning furnace.
He’s been freezing stuff from the garden – corn, green beans, blackberries – in anticipation of putting the garden to bed for the year.
I will plant coriander and basil seeds that will sit on the windowsill in the sunny kitchen so that we have fresh cilantro for tacos and fresh basil for our favorite Caprese salad throughout the winter.
You can see how much sun we get this time of year here in the kitchen.
He’s already made and preserved his very tasty salsa and we have bags and bags of fresh-frozen, skinned tomatoes for sauce.
We’ve already broken out the pickles we made this summer – Scott’s fermented pickles and my bread and butters.
This year the pickles did not come from our garden. Our pickles didn’t show up. In fact, they didn’t even flower. (Hrrrumpf)
This year’s corn, however, was a fantastic success. Grown from Burpee seeds my cousin sent us from Minnesota.
I have swapped out the summer duvet for the winter one too.
I’m just hoping we’ll have enough dry days so we can enjoy the fire outside once or twice more this year…