The days and nights are changing; Monday was the first official day of autumn. In just five days, our woods went from green to orange, red, yellow and gold.
We picked a bucket of apples and, using the handcrank cider press, made some delicious cider.
We grew two good sized Blue Hubbard squash, with seeds from the late Gordie Thurber, via his brother, Dave. Can't wait to cook and freeze the squash for winter soups.Don't you love my Finnish floral boots, (Marimekko pattern) a gift from dear old friend Riikka of Finland?
With the changing temperatures, the trees change and we start a slow fire in the woodstove. In these familiar seasonal shifts, I find both comfort and ritual. For me, such changes stimulate a reflective moods, as I look both back and forward. In this state, I am especially drawn to the inspirational words of German genius Rudolf Steiner:
“What is to be Real in the future is borne today in us ... Man must in deed become a creator, must form of himself that which will be his future world.”I harvested the largest pumpkin from the garden and placed in on the mailbox.
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