Here We Come A WAAAsailing!

Happy Holidays!

The deep, dark beauty of November

This is one of my all time favorite poems. It is by Paul Smithers of Cottontown, TN. I found it in Yankee magazine when I was a teenager.

GOING DUST

This is mine, this calm and modest twilight

When night begins early to filter

between

The flaps of gray sky and the

evergreen

Mocks the maple. The kaleidoscope

plight

Of leaves, the cold end of summer

roses, blight

On the garden that comes in the

unseen

Hours of frost to others, these things may mean

Sorrow; to me they are joy and joy

outright.

I hope to die in such young November

As this and be laid to rest under just

Such a sky, to finally peacefully lie

In the scent of apples that will

remember

How I gazed on them once, when

going dust

Was a dream that living could not

mortify.

Dolly sighting in Porter, Maine

It appears that Ms. Parton has finally found the fountain of youth or a good plastic surgeon.

A girl and a horse

This could get VERY expensive!

Stella Natura

I am experimenting with biodynamic planting for the food garden. My first foray has been planting garlic (New York White). I used the recommendations in the Stella Natura for planting root identified plants, so the time was right on Tuesday night. I had to do it under the recently full moon (that seems like a good thing as well). We will see what happens.