Friday, August 31, 2012

The Night of the Blue Moon

Friday, August 31st, 2012

This posting may not have too much to do with the Blue Moon, but I am excited that it is the thirty-first day of August and tomorrow we start on that most favoured month.


Well, the sun's not so hot in the sky today,
and you know, I can see summertime slipping on away...
James Taylor
I see that there are dried leaves on the lawn, but they are from some mid-summer
branches whose leaves wilted when the tree at the front, which nobody is able to identify,
became a little droughted.

What I am looking for are leaves that have a little tinge of scarlet around the edges, or a mellow
aura of pale yellow creeping along the veins of the tired green sun-dried leaves,
promises of  the glowing lights of funeral costumes that will soon
illuminate the orchards, the vineyards, the meadows,
 the ditches, the fences, the mountain sides,
the trees, the gardens, - 
the whole glorious valley, kindled with the fires of autumn.

Already the goldenrod  and rabbit brush line the country roads like singing sirens,
calling to me to gather great armloads and take them home to dye the yarn
that was so abundant in by-gone years, when we husbanded sheep and lambs.

As I lay on the cusp of sleep last night I thought about the dyes and mordants
that I have squirreled away in a Navajo basket,  and about where they
might be, - that alchemy that turns yarn into gold and precious jewel shades.
Up in the trailer that houses all of my weaving - looms, warps, reeds, shuttles, etc., I think. 
 September seems a perfect time to take on the project
of organizaion, distribution, and maybe even a little creation.

The  Blue moon is extraordinarily beautiful tonight,
shining gently through clouds that drift lazily across
her lovely face.


John "By Stargoose And Hanglands" said...

Your blog does a very beautiful thing when the connection is a bit slow: first a rainy window pane appears then slowly it becomes covered with flowers!

Wanda..... said...

Summer may be slipping away, but how lovely you described the approaching autumn, Hildred.

...."promises of the glowing lights of funeral costumes....the whole glorious valley, kindled with the fires of autumn."

Mary @ Colony Mountain Stitcheries said...

Reading your words has become a new obsession...I can't seem to turn away from my computer until I have read more and more.

Pamela Terry and Edward said...

We are completely thrilled at the turning of the calendar page this morning. Autumn! Is there any time better in the whole of the long year?? Edward is sooo weary of summer and we all cannot wait for that first crisp and chilly night when we open all the windows and listen to the owls. xoxo, p

Sallie (FullTime-Life) said...

Happy happy September. (Weren't you the one who told me about 'White Rabbit' on the first of the month? I always say it now!).....What gorgeous early Autumn pictures. And what lovely words in tribute of your favorite month and season. Thank you.