Leaves change color, geese fly south, temps drop and the combines and corn choppers are out in force.
Must be Harvest time again.
Monday, September 23, 2013
Thursday, September 12, 2013
And so starts the day...
Do you like corn on the cob?
I do. There's nothing quite like fresh sweet corn with supper, is there? And, while my sweet corn wasn't as bountiful as it has been in years past, we still got one picking out of the corn patch.
And did you know cows like corn on the cob too? Well, if you didn't, now you do.
If you need proof, just come look at our corn field right now and you will see exactly where the cows managed to not-so-sneakily-wander their way in and ramble about til we found them happily munching away this morning.
Let's just say we had a herd-ful of bellering, bossing animals this morning that weren't too pleased to be chased out of their bountiful breakfast feast.
I do. There's nothing quite like fresh sweet corn with supper, is there? And, while my sweet corn wasn't as bountiful as it has been in years past, we still got one picking out of the corn patch.
And did you know cows like corn on the cob too? Well, if you didn't, now you do.
If you need proof, just come look at our corn field right now and you will see exactly where the cows managed to not-so-sneakily-wander their way in and ramble about til we found them happily munching away this morning.
Let's just say we had a herd-ful of bellering, bossing animals this morning that weren't too pleased to be chased out of their bountiful breakfast feast.
Thursday, September 5, 2013
Autumn is upon us...supposedly
September.
This month always makes me think of crisp cool mornings with the dew heavy on the grass followed by milder slightly breezy days, excited schoolkids (well more likely excited Moms) climbing onto big yellow busses, the infusion of color as the trees herald the seasonal change in an explosion of yellows, reds, oranges, and all the hues in between, and enormous V shapes of squawking, honking geese following the generations old call of the southern climes (after all, aren't they the original 'snow birds'?). All these signs hints that Old Man Winter is starting to snuffle and snort his way out his summer slumbers.
September.
It's a month of high school football games, jeans and sweatshirts replace shorts and t-shirts, raking leaves, and harvesting the garden's bounty. It's a time of pumpkins, squash, and apples by the bushel. It's a time of peace as life begins to slow in readiness for long winter's sleeps. Trees begin to color and shed their leaves, animals tend their winter beds and food stores, and we moms start hauling out the kids winter gear only to find half pairs of mittens, thread bare knit hats, and jackets that mysteriously shrunk two sizes in storage.
September.
It's the first month that, to me, says Fall Is Here.
And yet, tomorrow the high is in the mid 90's and the heat index will be pushing 100...
If it's September, why does it feel like August?
This month always makes me think of crisp cool mornings with the dew heavy on the grass followed by milder slightly breezy days, excited schoolkids (well more likely excited Moms) climbing onto big yellow busses, the infusion of color as the trees herald the seasonal change in an explosion of yellows, reds, oranges, and all the hues in between, and enormous V shapes of squawking, honking geese following the generations old call of the southern climes (after all, aren't they the original 'snow birds'?). All these signs hints that Old Man Winter is starting to snuffle and snort his way out his summer slumbers.
September.
It's a month of high school football games, jeans and sweatshirts replace shorts and t-shirts, raking leaves, and harvesting the garden's bounty. It's a time of pumpkins, squash, and apples by the bushel. It's a time of peace as life begins to slow in readiness for long winter's sleeps. Trees begin to color and shed their leaves, animals tend their winter beds and food stores, and we moms start hauling out the kids winter gear only to find half pairs of mittens, thread bare knit hats, and jackets that mysteriously shrunk two sizes in storage.
September.
It's the first month that, to me, says Fall Is Here.
And yet, tomorrow the high is in the mid 90's and the heat index will be pushing 100...
If it's September, why does it feel like August?
Wednesday, September 4, 2013
Changing Seasons
Life doesn't stand still and since it doesn't, time has to pass. What I'm learning now is that everything has it's season-the year has four seasonal changes that affect growth and weather, my kids are changing sometimes daily, my secret dreams shift as my interests expand, even friendships ebb and flow like the seasons of the year.
This season is more than just leaves changing in the trees, cooler winds blowing, school busses driving down the road after a long (well, short) hiatus, and harvesting the last of the garden before the first frost. I'm finding seasons in my children's daily activities. A had a very real conversation with me this morning. It was filled with bright observances of her surroundings, logical questions pertaining to her family, and more unconditional love than I could ever imagine. It was a bittersweet reminder than my daughter's Toddler Season is approaching it's end and, while the next one is just as bright and cheery as this one is, it'll still be a different time. A different season of her life and a different season in my own.
A friendship that needed dusting off is now fresh and renewed. It's so amazing to discover that we could pick up really where we left off yet there's evidence that experiences have happened and we are both different people.
My dreams are a constantly moving, swirling mass of thoughts in my head and the only constant amongst them is that they are my own. I'm constantly coming up with new ideas, discarding old, and adding to the current ones. When I realize one dream, even then it usually spurs another. I just added to my dream box this morning when I came across a new recipe that I'd like to try adapting.
Things have been crazy lately with appointments, errand running, harvest arriving upon us, and just life happenings in general. Sometimes I wonder how I keep my head on straight and everything just overwhelms me. But then I stop, take a breath, and concentrate on making order of it all.
So, while it might sometimes seem like life is unraveling and coming apart at the seams, I'm having fun re-winding the yarns and knitting something new as we enter another season of the year.
This season is more than just leaves changing in the trees, cooler winds blowing, school busses driving down the road after a long (well, short) hiatus, and harvesting the last of the garden before the first frost. I'm finding seasons in my children's daily activities. A had a very real conversation with me this morning. It was filled with bright observances of her surroundings, logical questions pertaining to her family, and more unconditional love than I could ever imagine. It was a bittersweet reminder than my daughter's Toddler Season is approaching it's end and, while the next one is just as bright and cheery as this one is, it'll still be a different time. A different season of her life and a different season in my own.
A friendship that needed dusting off is now fresh and renewed. It's so amazing to discover that we could pick up really where we left off yet there's evidence that experiences have happened and we are both different people.
My dreams are a constantly moving, swirling mass of thoughts in my head and the only constant amongst them is that they are my own. I'm constantly coming up with new ideas, discarding old, and adding to the current ones. When I realize one dream, even then it usually spurs another. I just added to my dream box this morning when I came across a new recipe that I'd like to try adapting.
Things have been crazy lately with appointments, errand running, harvest arriving upon us, and just life happenings in general. Sometimes I wonder how I keep my head on straight and everything just overwhelms me. But then I stop, take a breath, and concentrate on making order of it all.
So, while it might sometimes seem like life is unraveling and coming apart at the seams, I'm having fun re-winding the yarns and knitting something new as we enter another season of the year.
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