My mom called this morning,”are you still writing the blog”, she asked. I think so. I’m trying. In between getting the firewood split and stacked, the last of the tomatoes harvested and preserved, the lower sheep field bush-hogged, after another fifty bales of hay are put into the loft, once the apples are picked and made into cider, “then I’ll write a blog post”, I say. I am not the least bit put off by the lengthy Fall chore list. Each beautiful autumn day is too precious to not want to be engaged in some outdoor task. Riding the tractor through a field of tall grass ( and a bit of goldenrod and aster) on a sunny afternoon….delight. Filling baskets of apples and scrutinizing the various varieties and tastes of each…joy. Knowing the freezer will be full of stewed and roasted tomatoes…comforting.
Yesterday, our friend Moe brought us some pears from his orchard. Pears are a lovely fruit, don’t you think? I’ll leave them on the table for a day or so, let them ripen some, and be happy to just look at their mottled green and tawny skin…beauty.
How about a poem? Now, for me, back to work!
by Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844–1889)
Glory be to God for dappled things—
For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings;
Landscape plotted and pieced—fold, fallow, and plough;
And áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim.
All things counter, original, spare, strange;
Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:
I am with you on the blog writing. I can’t even keep up with reading blogs this time of year. Who wants to be sitting in front of a computer when fall chores are calling? I love the satisfaction of putting away food and wood for winter and putting the gardens to bed. Will you be open on Friday? I’m thinking of heading to the Common Ground Fair and stopping by your place on the way home (if I’m not too tired!).
Hello Brenda, I do love all the chores that Fall brings, knowing the winter months are secure with food and warmth. Then the spinning and knitting begins, let’s hope!! I have a high school friend arriving today and staying through Monday ( haven’t seen her for thirty years!!), so not entirely sure what the Friday plan is. Here’s my number if you’d like to call and perhaps swing by. (322-8334). It would be fun to meet for sure, though you may be exhausted from the buzz of the Common Ground! Let me know if you thing you’re coming!
I’ll come some other time! Enjoy the time with your high school friend.
Hopkins rocks! Nice entry.
I agree and thank you!
Enjoy your fall chores. There’s always winter to write. 🙂
Just what I needed to hear, Judy…plain and simple. I was feeling a bit guilty from the long span between blog entries. I’ll find more time once things settle down. Thank you, Judy, and always the best to you!!
Pears, so lovely and so fickle. Perfectly crunchy and sweet for about 5 minutes before they turn to mush. 😉
So right! I’ll let them ripen just a bit and then make a tart…before the mush stage for sure!
You sound busy and happy and full of the zest of living. Blogging can happen when it snows . . .
J & D > You are soul-brethren, across the ocean!
J > And now back to gathering roshehips for wine, before the wild birds take them all (they take the most by far, and are welcome to them, very welcome, but they’re first favourites with us, too!). We look for the bletted hips: softened and even slightly wrinkled. They remind us of gathering Medlars – which also are bletted to be edible.