What I’m Grateful For: Fall Sunshine
After some freezing nights and a lot of rain, it’s startling to get a brilliantly blue, crisp fall day! It’s also hugely motivating, as we rush hither and thither catching up on things still lingering in the garden, curing the winter squash, organizing the freezer, and of course also trying to get to the work emails (ahem – and Words!) that didn’t get done during the week. But the bright clear sun, angled so differently than the light of July and August, makes it all feel a lot more like play than work!
What I’m Reading: Not much this week. Between all the zooms and the work calls and a quick socially-distant late birthday picnic with my eldest, this week has been a blur. More next week, I promise.
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Quote I’m Pondering: Back in my homeschooling days, I was assigned a new poem to memorize every week or so. I actually really loved memorizing poetry, and even moreso later in life when I learned that memorized poetry could help me survive if I was ever lost in the wilderness for more than a week or so. Here’s one that I remember learning, line by careful line, when I was probably 8 or 9:
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 clackin’ of the guineys, and the cluckin’ of the hens,
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.
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