Thursday, September 30, 2010

Thirty days had September

Hydrangea and sneezeweed, the last flowers in the perennial bed are beginning to fade.
And moon grapes the toxic berries of the poke weed are nearly mature, once prized as a fabric dye.

September had a mere 30 days to go from this years endless summer, to the cool crispness of early autumn. As always I am sorry to see summer go, and even more sorry to see my garden, with its numerous tasty treats and surprises quit producing.
The tomatoes are gone now, as are the cucumbers long done producing, only a few lonely zucchini and forlorn green beans remain.


The lichens and mosses have colonized the bare spot in the lawn and I think they are gorgeous, May-be it is the timeless quality of moss, or perhaps it's they are jsut so good at arranging themselves into pleasant patterns.
The cochicum autumnale or autumn crocus, sometimes called the saffron crocus, has sent up a large number of its equally large blooms.Japanese lantern, a plant that has fascinated me since I was a child, and spreads like a weed frequently surprises me with its vivid orange lanterns.
Then there were these squash, who choose to volunteer in the compost bin.

Sunday, September 26, 2010

the Equilux

I learned something new today, not that I don't learn something most days because I do, but this is just plain neato.
Today the sun rise was at 7:07AM and the sunset was at 7:07 PM, that makes today the Equilux.
Something about today seemed different, perhaps, that was it, or perhaps it is the first melancholy notes of fall, the first cold day even in the sun, a sure sign that the endless summer of this year was coming to an end.
I can blame all the backward glances, and surfacing of long unanswered question, and even the plans for the future on it being the Equilux.

I hadn't planned on writing today, there are things that need doing and well, things that I want to do. This is one of those things, but which one is up to you.

Saturday, September 25, 2010

Harvvest Moon


I guess I'm a bit late with this post but here goes.

I think that this is the most romantic song, for the most romantic moon.


Harvest Moon
-Neil Young\


Come a little bit closer
Hear what I have to say
Just like children sleepin'
We could dream this night away.

But there's a full moon risin'
Let's go dancin' in the light
We know where the music's playin'
Let's go out and feel the night.

Because I'm still in love with you
I want to see you dance again
Because I'm still in love with you
On this harvest moon.

When we were strangers
I watched you from afar
When we were lovers
I loved you with all my heart.

But now it's gettin' late
And the moon is climbin' high
I want to celebrate
See it shinin' in your eye.

Because I'm still in love with you
I want to see you dance again
Because I'm still in love with you
On this harvest moon.

Monday, September 13, 2010

Pulling up Stakes


Every year I put off garden clean up until the last minute, but this year I am going to pull up stakes early. But then this year I did have my garden in early.

the dictionary definition of Pulling up stakes is


• PULL UP STAKES (verb)
The verb PULL UP STAKES has 1 sense:

Meaning:

Remove oneself from an association with or participation in


A somber and meaningful chore, especially while there are still a few producing plants left standing. It really does feel like I am leaving something behind, beside my beloved summer season. Leaving behind the anticipation, the wonderment of the first sprouting seed and the first flowering , the first fresh produce for my table.
Also the blisters and heat, the stinging bugs and the failed plantings, and the hours of hard work that can end up counting for nothing. There are no sure things in gardening, its all in the variables.
When the last of the potatoes are lifted and the garden spaded, the compost is tilled in, leaves raked up to start next years compost and the work is as done as it will get for this year, I will look back, as I always do, and be totally pleased with myself

Saturday, September 11, 2010

has it been 9 years?

I tuned in to the financial news to check the price of gold.
And saw the towers fall.
Saw the bewilderment of the the hosts as they wondered where their co-workers were.
Took my coffee outside and stood under the beautiful blue sky.
It was silent as is often is here, then several planes went over.
Went inside to call my parents,
Thinking "Was this what it was like to hear about Pearl Harbor?"
Listened to the report of the COURAGEOUS SACRIFICE made by the people of
flight 93.
My prayers and hopes are with the family, friends and acquaintances of those and the many other Heroes, the firemen and police officers, resceuworkers, who responded, some of whom gave their health and even their lives.

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Thirty days has September


"Thirty days has September...." in which to do her work, and most years all of the seasons are represented.
Spring's thunder and Summer's heat, Autumn's chill and some years Winter's snow.

This morning was a gorgeous, sunny, pleasant temperature, and gentle breezes.
And then I looked at the maples beside the garage, in the early morning glow their leaved had a golden hue, very pretty, very picturesque, enough to throw me into a bad mood for the whole day.
Autumn is a beautiful season, but it is followed by winter, which I would just as soon hibernate through. Our great, great great grandparents enjoyed a sort of hibernation, with the snow covering woods and field there was little work that could be done outdoors. That has all changed, with central heat and central air, making the seasonal changes less noticeable in our lives, or at least some of our lives , especially for the vast majority who work indoors. For those of us who get dragged along with them kicking and screaming about how much we wish we could sleep through the winter and wake up in the spring, there is precious little comfort in seed catalogs and waiting for the snow to melt while we put still another scuttle of coal on the the ravenous fire.

Each season has it's worth, I keep telling myself. Now being the season of the ripe tomato, just picked warm from the sun, a food not only for the body but for the spirit. I wish there was a way to preserve this exact moment and enjoy it any time I wanted. If that were possible, may-be I wouldn't want to, it would make the experience that much less rare, and intense.

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