By: Isabella in the 21st Century (Natalie)
This would be a useful addition to any lady's
Method:
One more bit of Autumn Bliss to share.
When the Frost is on the Punkin
~By James Whitcomb Riley
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock
And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin' turkey-cock,
And the rooster's hallylooyer as he tiptoes on the fence;
O, it's then's the times a feller is a-feelin' at his best,
With the risin' sun to greet him from a night of peaceful rest,
As he leaves the house, bareheaded, and goes out to feed the stock,
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock.
Tonight I went out to gather up the rest of the ripe and nearly-ripe tomatoes and then covered up the vines with blankets and sheets. My daughter-in-love brought over her ripe, orange "punkins" to store in our garage, and she'll be covering up her big, green ones that are still on the vine for the night. We're expecting the first frost of the season and then, as it so often happens out here, it's supposed to turn nice and warm again. September is the month of covering and uncovering flowers and veggies to protect them from the frost. I like to pull the pots of geraniums and baskets of petunias in close to the house on the porch for as long as I can. I enjoy s-t-r-e-t-c-h-i-n-g out the season for as long as possible....
They's something kindo' harty-like about the atmusfere
When the heat of summer's over and the coolin' fall is here --
Of course we miss the flowers, and the blossoms on the trees,
And the mumble of the hummin' birds and buzzin' of the bees;
But the air's so appetizin'; and the landscape through the haze
Of a crisp and sunny morning of the airly autumn days
Is a pictur' that no painter has the colorin' to mock --
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock.
Click here to read the rest of the poem....
I made this redwork tea towel a couple months ago and have completed another one to make a set. After seeing Deb's camper, I just knew I had to make it -- the perfect little Christmas gift for my parents who love to camp in their Mini-Wini. I'm hoping they'll take it along with them in the camper and think of me as they travel.
Twenty-five and five go-mugs!
FAR TOO many!
After opening the cupboard door to retrieve the mugs for our morning coffee,
the go-mugs fell on me from the top shelf so........
I encourage you to go on over to Isabella in the 21st Century's blog and read the article: Woman's Work and a Simple Life. If you are a wife, a mother, a homemaker, or someone who appreciates those who claim these titles, you will be encouraged and enlightened. Thank you, "Isabella" for sharing your heart with us.
Addendum: Another articulate and heartfelt article on "The Family" can be read over at Little Jenny Wren's blog. Pour yourself a cuppa and spend some time reading these valuable articles. Thanks ladies!
My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree
Toward heaven still.
And there's a barrel that I didn't fill