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Thursday, October 19, 2017

Make Hay While The Sun Shines




It's hay-baling time in Tennessee.
The sweet aroma of newly cut grasses float across gentle breezes.
Becoming fodder for the beasts on cold winter days.

 

 

Sunday, October 15, 2017

Season's End

The first time I laid eyes on this incredible English landscape painting, was in my hometown museum, I was smitten.
Depicting the ordinary, mundane chores of a gardener, at seasons end.
It reminded me of watching my grandfather, as he put his garden to rest after a successful growing season,  piles of now-spent rhubarb leaves, and endless stacks of  withered flowers.
I couldn't have been more than four years old at the time, but what an impression those days left on my early life.
A season ending, to begin again anew in just a few short months.
 
 

                                                                     Evening_Brockham
 
               Edward Wilkins Waite  (14 April 1854 – 1924)
 
 

Friday, October 13, 2017

Season Of Mists

Our day started with a thick, soupy fog, and much cooler weather than we have had in weeks.
It lingered all morning long, making driving quite dangerous.
Of all days, I had appointments to keep, and putting them on hold wasn't an option.
By noon, the fog had lifted, and sunshine had made an appearance.
A typical Autumn day, I tried to forget it was Friday the 13th.


 


Thursday, October 12, 2017

Home Sweet Home

 
 
Braided rugs
Tea-filled mugs
Flowers in jugs
Familiar hugs
Heartstring tugs
Home........

🏠

Monday, October 9, 2017

Autumn Days

Mother Nature must have heard our pleas for rain and obliged, courtesy of hurricane Nate.
The trees are slowly beginning their changing of color, yellows, oranges and reds.
Pumpkins are now decorating porches and gardens.
The songbirds busily returning to their winter homes.
The kettle is on the hob, and two sleepy felines are curled up by the hearth.
Autumn the gentle season.....

Saturday, October 7, 2017

Poldark Season 3 Reminder




Season 3 of Poldark returned last weekend on Public Broadcasting Service, Masterpiece Theatre.
I confess to being a latecomer in watching this incredible series, watching my first episode half way through season 2, and very quickly became hooked.
Luckily season 2 was repeated recently, in a prelude to the now showing season 3. Ross Poldark
( Irish actor,  Aiden Turner), and the entire cast keep me riveted to the screen.
Season 3 Episode Two airs tomorrow at 8PM Central time.
Older episodes can be found online via YouTube or the Public Broadcasting Service library.
Be still my beating heart.........

Thursday, October 5, 2017

Shine On Harvest Moon

The Harvest Moon brightened up the night sky as soon as the sun set.
According to NASA, the Harvest Moon is the closest full moon to the autumnal equinox, which was Sept. 22 this year.
The October Harvest Moon is the first in over a decade.
For several evenings, the moonrise comes soon after sunset. This results in an abundance of bright moonlight early in the evening, which was a traditional aide to farmers and crews harvesting their summer-grown crops. Hence, the name “Harvest” Moon!
Simply magical !


It is the Harvest Moon! On gilded vanes
And roofs of villages, on woodland crests
And their aerial neighborhoods of nests
Deserted, on the curtained window-panes
Of rooms where children sleep, on country lanes
And harvest-fields, its mystic splendor rests!
Gone are the birds that were our summer guests,
With the last sheaves return the laboring wains!
All things are symbols: the external shows
Of Nature have their image in the mind,
As flowers and fruits and falling of the leaves;
The song-birds leave us at the summer's close,
Only the empty nests are left behind,
And pipings of the quail among the sheaves.

~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Wednesday, October 4, 2017

Rain-Less

We have been without rainfall for over a month now.
Our Autumn days have been unusually dry, considering throughout the Spring and Summer seasons we had more than our share of rain.
The lack of moisture will affect our Fall leaf show, trees have begun to lose their leaves, with very little color in sight.
The sunsets however remain spectacular.
 



 

 
 

Sunday, October 1, 2017

Holding On

The arbor- trellis roses are still blooming their little hearts out.
Perfect sunny days, and mist-laden, cool nights, affording them once last chance at a flush of beauty, before the first frost appears.






'Tis the last rose of summer
Left blooming alone;
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone;

No flower of her kindred,
No rosebud is nigh,
To reflect back her blushes,
To give sigh for sigh.

I'll not leave thee, thou lone one!
To pine on the stem;
Since the lovely are sleeping,
Go, sleep thou with them.

Thus kindly I scatter,
Thy leaves o'er the bed,
Where thy mates of the garden
Lie scentless and dead.

So soon may I follow,
When friendships decay,
From Love's shining circle
The gems drop away.

When true hearts lie withered
And fond ones are flown,
Oh! who would inhabit,
This bleak world alone?


The Last Rose of Summer:  Thomas Moore 1805
 
 

Wednesday, September 27, 2017

Indian Summer

Indian Summer is upon us. Balmy warm days, mist-laden nights.
One last chance to indulge in fleeting Summer pleasures.

 


An early American writer described Indian Summer well when he wrote, "The air is perfectly quiescent and all is stillness, as if Nature, after her exertions during the Summer, were now at rest."
      ~ John Bradbury 1817

Monday, September 25, 2017

Keeping Vigil

The fox has made an appearance once again.
Oliver is on watch detail.
 *sigh*
🦊


Saturday, September 23, 2017

Mist-Filled

The first full day of Autumn and morning mists came calling.
The grass is wet with a heavy dew, taking most of the afternoon before it is dry to the touch.
Down on main street, shopkeepers display their pumpkins and Autumn fayre.
Orange and yellows are now the colors of the season.


 

Thursday, September 21, 2017

Goodbye Sweet Summer



" When summer gathers up her robes of glory, and like a dream of beauty glides away. "
 
~Sarah Helen Power Whitman


 

Tuesday, September 19, 2017

Seasons of Mists and Mello Fruitfulness

There is a subtle change in the air.
Cool mist-filled mornings, and daytime temperatures are seasonably pleasant.
Trees are slowly changing from greens to oranges and browns,  Autumn is unmistakably around the corner.
 
 

 
 
 
"Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells."

~ John Keats
 

Wednesday, September 13, 2017

Seasons Changing

Over the last couple of days, the remains of hurricane Irma has taken away our sunshine.
The dark clouds linger overhead, making for dark and dreary days. 
If I didn't know the difference I would think we were in the depths of winter, even the house has taken on a different hue.
The days are noticeably shorter,  dark by 7:15pm now, the wild turkeys lead their flocks to the nightly roost late afternoon, and the last of the hummingbirds are leaving for their winter homes.
Orange pumpkins and Chrysanthemums are replacing summer blooms, now fading fast.
 
 



Saturday, September 9, 2017

The Calm Before The Storm

It is hard to imagine on a gloriously calm day like today, there is a monster lurking in the ocean, just waiting to pounce.
My heart goes out to all the people affected, by Harvey,  and now Irma lashing her way towards the state of Florida and beyond.
Thinking of flowers, and gardens, and winsome delights at this time seems somewhat paltry and inconsequential.
If you are in the hurricane's path, please adhere to the warnings, evacuate if you are able.
I'll be keeping you in my thoughts and prayers.
God Bless.
 
 

Wednesday, September 6, 2017

Seeing Spots

If you are a frequent visitor to my blog, undoubtedly you know we share our property with White-tailed deer.
Several years ago I counted a herd of forty, regularly co-existing on our little green space, happily munching away on anything they set their mind to.
Nowadays the numbers are more like seven, three of which are new fawns, a set of twins, and one other.
They visit daily, and live in the surrounding bush and woods, drinking from the birdbaths, and have become quite tame.
I've moaned and carried on about the flowers they eat willy-nilly, but I can't help but smile each time they appear.
 
 
 
 





Monday, September 4, 2017

Summer's Last Smile

The last of the Summer flowers are giving us one final show.
The temperatures fell into the fifties last night.
Sweater-grabbing crisp air, the likes of which has not been seen since early Spring.
We're enjoying a day of quiet time , wishing you the same, on this last long holiday of summer.



 
 


 



 

 

Sunday, September 3, 2017

A Sunday Indulgence

Enjoying a taste of the last Summer strawberries.
I'm freezing the remainder, to indulge in, on a cold Winter's day.
Topped with a dollop of clotted cream, or maybe use them to make a  lovely batch of strawberry scones.
Accompanied by a nice pot of tea.
*grin*