Summer is fading….
It’s not as hot as it used to be. The garden is petering out. There are great little pumpkins laying on the ground all over the place. I’d take a picture, but the weeds make it a bit embarassing right now. I’m determined that I’ll actually get the garden plots prepared for next year sometime this Fall. Going to lay in some fertilizer and lime!
The garden has been a howling success this year. We’ve had lots of good stuff for weeks. It interesting how some things have a good year, where others don’t. Next year I have to plant “salad” things. I’m not sure at all about irradiated lettuce!
Back in grade school we had to memorize this poem. Not that I still remembered all of it, but yes, some of it. Looking for it I found out it appeared in the “Highlights for Children” magazine. My daughter tells me it’s still published. Still a staple for kids’ reading in doctor and dentist’s offices!
Something told the wild geese
It was time to go,
Though the fields lay golden
Something whispered, “snow.”
Leaves were green and stirring,
Berries, luster-glossed,
But beneath warm feathers
Something cautioned, “frost.”
All the sagging orchards
Steamed with amber spices,
But each wild breast stiffened
At remembered ice.
Something told the wild geese
It was time to fly,
Summer sun was on their wings,
Winter in their cry.
-Rachel Field
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