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Tobacco Plant 2010

Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby. ~Langston Hughes

Edgar watches the clouds go by...

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Autumn by Alphonse Mucha


“What I really want from music. That it be cheerful and profound like an afternoon in October. That it be individual, frolicsome, tender, a sweet small woman full of beastliness and charm.” ~ Friedrich Nietzsche.

Flower Woman in Red Apron by Jean-Frederic Schall


Well, here we are together again and it’s October already. October has always been my favorite month. It means that I finally have what I want: for summer to be over. The shadows lengthen and there are more of them. There’s more darkness on the way and it no longer feels like I have nowhere to hide from the nosy probing sunlight and the false perkiness of forced national holidays. My energy levels go down in summer but the demands on my energy always go up.

Midsummer Night by John Atkinson Grimshaw


This year, summer was spent in school furiously trying to keep up with an intense algebra class and furiously trying to keep up with our business. “THE ECONOMY” as they call it, hit our business pretty hard and it needed lots of loving care. Nothing seemed to come easy and there wasn’t much time for anything else.

Ecstasy by Maxfield Parrish


The minute the last class ended, I started the next one. This algebra class is much more fun and runs at a much easier pace, and I’m starting to ‘get it’. Finally, I’m going to catch up on so much that got lost in the maelstrom that was my summer. It was a productive maelstrom though: I learned, and I learned a LOT about EVERYTHING! My arsenal of knowledge is heftier in every area of my life and it feels really good. Tired, yes, deeply deeply exhausted – but I have a lot to show for it and the pressure seems to be off enough that I can clean up the mess and figure out where it all fits and what it all means. Suddenly, there seems to be some air to breathe. Air is very important stuff.

Isabella and the Pot of Basil by William Hollman Hunt


The garden put out an amazing harvest this summer. My over-achieving planting habits in the spring really paid off in our ‘garden-to-kitchen’ department and Tom and I had fun cooking together. It was our main source of entertainment this summer and, although I don’t find cooking as relaxing as he does, it brought us closer together and really helped us through some demanding tough spots. It gave us back our sense of humor. We also have a freezer full of harvest things to play with through the fall and winter. There will plenty to post about as I organize and sift through the hundreds of photos I took. Since I didn’t have time to garden, everything went more than a little feral out there. The garden is full of “beastliness and charm” and I have never seen it this wild before. We like it. Although, I’m sure as the moon wanes I will be out there trimming things back for autumn, since my current urge to do so is becoming quite uncontrollable.

The Fruit Seller - Vincenzo Campi


For now, I’m not looking to plant a winter garden. Maybe I will, maybe I won’t. Depends on how I feel after I get some much needed rest. It’s time to clean out, clear out, air out and exhale. Time to collect seeds and inspiration and get back to basics and my inner voice. There has always been a compulsion for me to start something new all the time, like maybe I bore easily. But lately, my smarter quieter inner fish is telling the fickle fidgety fish to stop it for a while and fully digest what we’ve bitten off; to do less but do it better, to focus on health and hearth, to slow down just a bit and enjoy the journey more deeply. There is nothing I need to prove to myself that I didn’t thoroughly prove this summer. Now, I just need to lower my blood pressure!

Temperance by Piero del Pollaiuolo


So, please tune back in over the coming weeks to see what came out of the garden over the summer. I’m quite proud of it and can’t wait to share. In the meantime, sit back with a cup of tea or a glass of wine and look around you. Nature is changing before your eyes. A shiny new season has begun, full of color and life, magic and transformation. The sky is bluer, the air is sweeter and there is nothing our Mother Earth wants more than that you stop and take notice.

Reveries by Maxfield Parrish

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