The best time of the year

Nov2015

Autumn is my favorite time of the year, good harvest, bad harvest.  Clear azure skies, brightly colored leaves and bursts of purple and yellow wildflowers are everywhere you look.  There’s good firepit weather, low-wind and briskly cool. Dinners of roast potatoes.  Apple crisp and cider.  The sound of the train whistle in the distance as the dogs bark.  And the owl hoots as the fire flickers in the night.   It conjures up the poem by Bliss Carmen:

THERE is something in the autumn that is native to my blood—
Touch of manner, hint of mood;
And my heart is like a rhyme,
With the yellow and the purple and the crimson keeping time.

The scarlet of the maples can shake me like a cry
Of bugles going by.
And my lonely spirit thrills
To see the frosty asters like a smoke upon the hills.

There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir;
We must rise and follow her,
When from every hill of flame
She calls and calls each vagabond by name.

We are all traveling towards the end of the year, like vagabonds, gathering what we can trying to live off the land, at least some, through the winter.  This year because of the floods in our area there wasn’t much of a harvest for some of us, myself included. But there was some and it was still beautiful…

Harvest2015

That lack of the bigger harvest I had worked hard for brought me to a place of deeper faith in the provision of God, a deeper understanding of the Lord’s prayer: “Give us this day our daily bread”.  Those aren’t just words.  You realize he means it.  Just as the Israelites had to go out and gather the manna each day.  There was no preserving, no saving up.  There was trust.  And you still had to work hard.  But you get through, because he is taking you through.  Just as he did them and all those since who exercised faith.

And that’s where I’m at with the garden this year.  I’m seeding in a little faith for next season. I’m not planting a winter garden this year as I did last year.  I decided to let the land rest and put on all of my composted chicken bedding.  About the time I decided that, the folks over at Attainable Sustainable posted they were doing the same….

ChickenCompost

Of course, I’ve been tossing around some ideas to meet the challenge of this crazy weather pattern we’ve been having here in this neck of the woods.  While I look at seed catalogs this winter, I’ll consider the feasibility of making a greenhouse out of some recycled items I’ve been saving up.  And also adding back in the container garden that I can move under cover during long rains and floods.

It’s neo-pioneering at its best…and worst.  But that is what the food sustainablity project is all about.

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