I often write about my “pantry” that I am enjoying and continuing to create. I picked a few treasures today…satsumas, persimmons and gathered a few eggs. If I were more disciplined, these items could be most of my caloric intake for the day. I also have Kale growing in the garden. I love this. I wanted to share to perhaps motivate you to plant something edible in your yard.
My sister and I visited a dear friend of our mother’s, Miss Dot, today and she too has a pantry in her backyard, a place to go to that is pure and nurturing. I have some wonderful things to say about this visit and hope to include them in my Sunday column…with her permission.
Anyway, I took a picture of part of my little harvest and am posting it in hopes it insist you plant some seeds. Digging in the dirt and watching a seed grow is something we can all enjoy,
no matter who we voted for.
van gogh…starry night
I am not really a fan of labels and categories. I don’t really have favorites. I have no favorite color, no favorite food or season or time of day or flower or song or recipe but, if it were needed that I pick a favorite sphere, it would be the moon. I do love the moon and that, along with my June 29th birthday, makes me a moonchild. I am happy that I fall into that orb (I like the sun too). Anyway, with all of this trivial text I bring you to the point of my trivial thoughts – something you too can ponder or not.
The full moon will be here Sunday night…”The super moon (perigee full moon) on November 14, 2016, will bring the moon closer to Earth than it has been since January 26, 1948. What’s more, the moon won’t come this close to Earth again until November 25, 2034. That makes the November 2016 full moon the closest and largest super moon in a period of 86 years! Should you look for it on November 14? Yes! But be sure to look the night before as well – November 13. For many on Earth, the moon will be more “super” that night … although both nights will be awesome!” http://earthsky.org/tonight/closest-supermoon-since-1948
I am very anxious for this cosmic phenomena and casually thought of it throughout the day yesterday. I thought about it a bit more intensely over afternoon coffee and realized I was, and am still, very energized … I disassembled my little art studio and cleaned the windows in it and sorted through my paints and cleaned my perpetually soaking brushes and stacked canvases in tidy corners and then I went outside and clipped canna lilies and trimmed gardenias and planted more kale in my garden. I baked cookies for the store and went shopping for fresh cranberries to put in the Harvest Bread that I will make and let rest in the refrigerator overnight…whew!
I tackled tasks that I have been putting off or just dabbled mindlessly in, never completing, it seemed strange. So, I ask, is it the waxing moon that drives this higher level of energy? Maybe the cycles of the moon affect me/us more than I/we suspect? There is so much lore written about this lunar sphere that simply reflects light and strolls around our planet about every 28 days. Babies are born and owls hoot and nocturnal animals prowl, all governed by the cycle of the moon. This light in the sky holds mystery and enough power to affect tides and creatures of the night, why not me?
The Full Beaver Moon or Full Frost Moon, is waxing and I am busy. What will happen on the other side of Sunday when the moon begins to wane, will I also? I am anxious to discover.
The little red garden shed continues to “go away”. It is a bit difficult for someone like me to dismember the years this little building has served me. The butterfly nets from long ago still hang on the pegboard and the little fish bowl still sits on the shelf. Little by little we are undoing it. With its dismantle comes the memories. I have found my mom’s “Bobbing for Apples” for Halloween bucket with a hole in it leaning against a rotten wall, and a scattering of clay pots, fishing poles and tomato stakes stashed in corners all pulled together with cobwebs and years of old narrative. It has had its life.
It will come back as a garden shed once again but with new wooden walls painted red and a tin roof. It will also, I am hoping, have a large chicken coop attached to one side of it – that is what I wish for. I will then use my existing coop for broody hens and baby chicks. In all of the years I have kept chickens, I have never had baby chicks from my hens….maybe this spring?
It seems appropriate that our little garden shed comes down in the fall, Nature’s season of death and dying, and will, hopefully, be complete with fresh paint and baby chicks in the Spring when Nature wakes up once again and recreates Herself.
As autumn tries (and fails) so persistently to arrive here in the Deep South I have made a barnyard discovery, I think. It is about my rooster. He came after me today, an actual attack (scary). I suppose the abrupt hostility of the rooster, one I have had since he was 1 day old, must have something to do with mating and maturation. I don’t know this, just observing his possessiveness and aggression towards any threat to his flock. It’s all good, I totally respect him and the job he was born to do but I will have to be more careful when I am near the hens. He seems to prefer the sneak attack and the backs of my legs are his target. Also happening in the “barnyard” … my Americana finally laid her first beautiful blue egg.
“Two sounds of autumn are unmistakable…the hurrying rustle of crisp leaves blown along the street…by a gusty wind, and the gabble of a flock of migrating geese.” Hal Borland
I am waiting for both…