Live each season as it passes.
Breathe the air, drink the drink,
Taste the fruit and resign yourself to the influences of each.
~Henry David Thoreau
And, oh so gladly, that's just what we are doing!
While I was intent on admiring the changing of colors around the pond, Millie seemed to be interested in something else. She is a magnificent animal, having amazing speed and agility, so in a flash, she was out of the water and around to the other side to sniff and smell and listen.
The other side...
Ecoprint Dyed Cloth...
|A wonderful sewing basket... A lucky find for I've never seen another ...|
|My first Millicent Phillips vine basket...|
|More of Millicent's work...|
|Snake bones and clay beads Millicent fired in her wood-burning stove... (She told me that!)|
|My favorite Vine Basket...|
|We haven't missed in 103 days...|
To anticipate, not the sunrise and the dawn merely, but, if possible, Nature herself! How many mornings, summer and winter, before yet any neighbor was stirring about his business, have I been about mine...So many autumn, ay, and winter days, spent outside the town, trying to hear what was in the wind, to hear and carry it express! I well-nigh sunk all my capital in it, and lost my own breath into the bargain running in the face of it. ~Thoreau
|Summer passes into autumn in some unimaginable point of time, like the turning of a leaf... ~Thoreau|
If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away." ~ Thoreau (That's Millie and Me!)
|I once had a sparrow alight upon my shoulder for a moment, while I was hoeing in a village garden, and I felt that I was more distinguished by that circumstance that I should have been by any epaulet I could have worn. ~Thoreau|
In summer we live out of doors, and have only impulses and feelings, which are all for action, and must wait commonly for the stillness and longer nights of autumn and winter before any thought will subside; we are sensible that behind the rustling leaves, and the stacks of grain, and the bare clusters of the grape, there is the field of a wholly new life, which no man has lived; that even this earth was made for more mysterious and nobler inhabitants than men and women. In the hues of October sunsets, we see the portals to other mansions than those which we occupy. ~Thoreau
"Oh, Adam was a gardener, and God who made him sees
That half a proper gardener's work is done upon his knees,
So when your work is finished, you can wash your hands and pray
For the Glory of the Garden that it may not pass away!
And the Glory of the Garden it shall never pass away!"
The motley bronze hues of this enchanting little creature seem to match perfectly with other old rusty iron pieces found here and there in the garden. I can't help admiring its handsome long legs and its fascinating coiled-like tongue (proboscis), through which it drinks.
Well past its prime, this giant zinnia is still beautiful. The California Giants have taught me to love pink in the garden again!
Rust and Red... A nice look for a country garden, I think.
This year's garden, with its bright tapestry of colors, is fading fast and will soon be put to rest, but "if the Lord's willing and the creeks don't rise," I will be out here again next spring..."upon my knees."
|Bag made of hemp...|
|Adam. ~ back then...|
|The Little Pond...|
|The Stone Path...|
|Nell and Pride Rock ~ Back then...|
|Beatrix's beloved Hill Top...|
|Peter meets Sarah...|
|All the while the rain came down...|
|Afterward, it was a soggy walk over the trail. Millie and I loved it...|
|The pond, refreshingly beautiful...|
|Such a peaceful place...|
|The cattle coming in for the night...|
Thank you Lord for another day...