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No more walking shoes worn thin
Wednesday, September 18, 2013 5:34
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Dawn arrives later and later. That’s expected when the leaves whisper of the changing seasons. I look forward to autumn with a volatile mixture of excitement and dread. I have seen the photos of the tips of my holler trees in the fall. I fell in love with it at that point.
My cabin sits below that canopy. Everything as of this moment is still very green. The signs come from the early leaf droppers, ash and walnut. The air is chilled night after night, the days warmed yet cooler than when we arrived.
I regret only being unable to come out in the spring, as planned. I have limited winter stores. Small farm girl was able to secure us both with a large quantity and quality potatoes, which helps ease my mind. I realize there are grocery stores, and I do utilize them, but I am so use to growing my own that I prefer the taste of a garden. It’s been difficult not to have a garden, however I am optimistic about the fall garden I have planted, albeit late.
The English walnuts have begun to fall, unfortunately on my tin roof. Startling us all, sometimes out of a peaceful sleep. Hickorys, filberts, pecans and black walnuts have all begun to drop. My chestnut trees are showing signs that they too will be dropping soon. Small and I have been hungrily gathering them, Medium joins us only for the adventure as he seems to loathe nuts, unless creamy.
I have been keeping my eye out for a wringer. I found an entire wash tub with wringer and rinse tubs, however I don’t think the owner is keen to sell as it has been in his family awhile. It sits in a falling down house, and I promise to love it, care for it, and use it as well as his grandmother. We shall see. Other wringers I have found at the flea market were either ridiculously priced or broken beyond my ability to repair. But I am keeping a watchful eye out. My hands thank you for the concern.
The sun rose up on the ridge almost 30 minutes ago, and is just now brightening my holler enough to see. It keeps the air cooler, sun rising late, setting early. The canopy the hangs just over the cabin keeps the sprinkles falling long after the rain has stopped. Sometimes the wind causes the leaves to fall, simulating the sounds of rain. It is fascinating. So use to the plains, that it all is fascinating, for now.
Source: http://a-homesteading-neophyte.blogspot.com/2013/09/no-more-walking-shoes-worn-thin.html
