The weather has been great, but I fear our flora and fona needs water our ground here on the hill is very porous we do not get mud puddles or standing water, that is unless the Shoomchuck River floods then the field fills and we have a nice duck pond for a few days, other wise any rain water is quickly absorbed so surface water for our trees and shrubs depends on the rain. I am sure the rains will come but isn't lovely all this warn sunshine. Our plums are ready and today I made plum butter which seems like syrup so maybe I made plum syrup I seasoned it with lavender, it gives a interesting flavor to my butter/syrup.
Jerry has been busy making little tables for our neighbor's daughters who are getting married they were just little girls when they moved in; three beauties they became and the traffic on our drive increased when the boys were old enough to drive, now that they have grown and are on their own our old road is slowly returning to pre-Hemley girls traffic.
I have been sitting here watching the moon set casting it's glow across the water and it looked like this picture I took earlier this week of a hazy sunset. I also made a couple more prayer flags they are fun to make simple little futzes but fun. My current project is putting the exchange Christmas blocks together, it is beginning to take shape turns out to be bigger than the throw I had envisioned I ended up with twenty 12 1/2 in blocks by the time I get the sash on it will be a twin.
It is five AM I tried to go to sleep but could not so I got up I can not see laying there awake and doing nothing so hopefully I will get sleepy soon and can get some sleep.
Thursday, September 27, 2012
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Leaves of God Fall 2009
My seasons have flown by so fast
I can hardly remember the details of my budding
I bloomed far too early forced by natures call
The flower of my youth stolen
My spring lost
I could not hold my bloom
As fruit required all my time
That season of summer went so fast
Consumed by my fruit youth slipped away
Never to swing freely in the warm summers breeze
I held fast lest my fruit should fall
Hot summer days turn to chilly nights
My fruit now ripe hear falls call
They release to face their own unknown
I watch as they fall free
My branches lift from their weight
I stand-alone the crisp air begins to blow
Indian summer comes with new love
I bask in the crisp sun light
My beauty is seen and shared
With the bloom of crimson leaves
My golden years begin
Too soon, I see my skin begin to shrivel
Youths golden beauty slips into grey
My hold on the tree of life seems futile
The frost of winter comes so fast
I hold tight lest I fall
So many leaves are falling
I watch as they let go one by one
My winter is here my time has come
The cold ground awaits my fall
The snows of winter cover my memory
Yet the family tree still stands
Spring will come
New leaves will unfold
The seasons of life begins again