Friday, October 16, 2009

I was busy making applesauce when the call came...

Well, not an actual call, - just an intuitive peek out the window that told me there was a definite need for a Go-fer outside.

We spent the morning gathering up hoses and blowing the last drops of water out of them with the air compressor.

We have a fairly comprehensive watering system that Charles has devised to keep labour to a minimum, but as a consequence some hoses don't ever get moved and the grass grows tangled over them, securing them firmly to the earth beneath them.

One of these stationary hoses travels along underneath the fence, behind the compost storage, and through the pumpkin vines. While I was moving the grass that entrapped
the hose what to my wondering eyes did appear? (Wondering eyes see things in the autumn as well as at Christmas when reindeer fly....)

Three large pumpkins that had grown at the end of vines that had wandered off into the orchard, well hidden under the grasses.

What a lovely surprise!

Added to the two I had already harvested that makes FIVE pumpkins....

And what will I do with fifty pounds of pumpkin????

Pumpkin muffins, pumpkin cake, pumpkin pies (oh, definitely) -

Can I get away with pumpkin soup?

I could make jack-0-lanterns but alas, we are not exactly in the country that the goblins frequent any more - off the beaten track, so to speak, even for witches and broomsticks.

It was a pleasant morning, - mild and calm. There was blue sky, and saddened colours in the trees and bushes. I could hear the walnuts clattering into the pail as Ruth-next-door picked them up off the ground where they had fallen from the denuded trees when Jack Frost decided to vacation here on the week-end.

Some blue sky, white clouds and a subdued maple.

Delicate grasses

A welcome to the coolness and shade in the orchard....

And the first tentative blooms in the Chrysanthemum bed...

Altogether a really pleasing day!
SkyWatch Friday
October 16th, 2009

Last year's fierce and fiery October Skies

And this year's morose and melancholy clouds that brood above us....

But we are only half way through the month, and there is still time for October's deep blue skies and splendid sunrises to bless us.

To see what the skies are doing around the world skip over to SkyWatch Friday by clicking on the sidebar label.

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Energy, Enthusiasm, Generosity

All great virtues.

I have been browsing in a book that sits by my bedside, 'Being Generous - The Art of Right Living', and I thought I would like to post my thoughts on this very vibrant quality of life.

However I am weary tonight, and lacking in the spirit it would take to do this subject justice.

But all is not lost.

I keep Longfellow handy, and his poem 'A Psalm of Life' has been lanquishing on the dining room table, sending me signals as my enthusiasm has waned with the dastardly deed Jack Frost performed, three nights running.... stealing that beautiful few weeks we call Indian Summer, when the trees are brilliant with colour, and leaving in its place a landscape of saddened shades, as if they had all been dipped in an iron mordent. The scarlet maples. their leaves touched with frost, dry and ready to drop, are pale shades of their usual splendour.

And yet, how can I complain and not appreciate the melancholy earthy colours that transform the trees and bushes? And the sparkle of the ice in the orchards where the farmers had left their sprinklers on for protection.

But it was dispiriting, and I pick up the Psalm of Life and read it over, and will it to transfer its enthusiasm to my soul.

Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.

Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.

and then the last verse, stirs the spirit and sparks the soul!

Let us then be up and doing,
with a heart for any fate'
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

ABC Wednesday

M is for Mandolin

A mandolin is a musical instrument in the lute family (plucked, or strummed). It is descended from the mandore, a soprano member of the lute family. It has a body with a teardrop-shaped soundboard, or one which is essentially oval in shape, with a soundhole, or soundholes, of varying shapes which are open and are not decorated with an intricately carved grille like the Baroque era mandolins.[from Wikipedia)

A great instrument for Blue Grass music...

Give a listen to 'Whiskey before Breakfast' and set your toes a-tapping....

For more great M's visit ABC Wednesday here. with thanks to Mrs. Nesbitt.