This is my eighth year of attempting it (I met my goal a few years), and while I'm sure I could find other productive things to do on November evenings, it's beginning to feel like habit to do NaBloPoMo, so here goes...
Wednesday was the perfect kind of day to be tucked away in a dry, cozy home, surrounded by peace, quiet, books--and the occasional drumming of rain on our red tin roof.
Some days, I think that from my office while I'm at work. That day, thank goodness, I was thinking it from home!
Honey (our German Shepherd) and I began our day with a nice long walk. As I soaked up the sight of browns and gold and oranges in the landscape, I felt a little melancholy that the growing season is about to come to an end.
Regardless of the fact that we enjoyed a nice long summer and managed to get through October with no "killing frosts," I'm still sad about all the cold is about to claim.
There's my dahlias, that look better than they have all summer. Almost as big as a dinner plate--seriously!
Our tomato plants, in the hoop house, mind you, are loaded with green fruit; some are still blooming.My pepper plants have been bearing abundantly, and the swiss chard is loving these cooler fall days.
But there's an end to every season. And if the weather forecasters get this one right, the end of this one is in sight with lows predicted in the twenties this weekend.
So, for the past couple of days, I've been gathering as much as I can. Tomatoes and peppers and pears and potatoes! So much abundance.
While the thought of a killing frost is sad, I'm also grateful for the fruitful season we've just experienced. There's been so much to enjoy about it!
Daylight Savings Time will end early Sunday morning. That means dark evenings will force us inside the house, and, to a certain extent, inside ourselves.
I guess it's time for that.
There's a time for everything, says the Good Book, and that includes long nights with more time to read and dream about future projects around the farm. More time to cook better and eat better. More time to rest...maybe.
More time to blog!
Ecclesiastes 3
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.
Hi! Looking forward to checking out your posts this month. I'm a fellow Kentuckian, born and raised in Breckinridge County. I also worked for our local newspaper for a few years -- see I read your "About Me" on the sidebar lol. Our weather is beginning to get colder overnight and early mornings, and I expect a frost any time now.
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ReplyDeleteWhat did you do at the paper? Were you a reporter?
I was hired as an ad layout artist and typesetter (typist) because that was what they needed at the time, and I had some experience. But it was a small weekly, and they needed me to jump in everywhere. My education was in journalism so I began reporting and then did a weekly feature story, became responsible for all of the page layout while they hired someone else to do the ad layout, and it was my job to go behind the editor to (re-)proofread every word on every page. I did a bit of photography as well. (Won two KPA awards for a couple of collaborative features) It was an education, and I truly did enjoy it. I left when I married and moved with my husband to Louisville for a time. (We've lived in Jeffersonville IN for the past 28 years, but I'm still a Kentucky girl at heart.)
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