Autumn is my favorite time of year. Time to pay attention, to savor these days of contrast and beauty.
Fungi fruits as the day’s hours grow shorter.
Flowers and potatoes in our cauldron have only a few weeks left to flourish, maybe less, before frost comes calling.
Gorgeous vulture families decorate the skies.
Our new neighbor’s steers help me miss our own cattle a little less.
This is a time for shelling beans, putting up produce, ensuring we’ve got supplies for winter. But mostly it’s time to enjoy the loveliness around us before winter arrives with her own harsh beauty.
Laura Grace Weldon is the author of three poetry collections --- Portals (Middle Creek, 2020), Blackbird (Grayson Books, 2019), and Tending (Aldrich Press, 2013), as well as Free Range Learning, a handbook of natural learning (Hohm Press, 2010).
She lives on Bit of Earth Farm where she's a barely useful farm wench. Although she has deadlines to meet she often wanders from the computer to preach hope, snort with laughter, cook subversively, ponder life’s deeper meaning, talk to chickens and cows, sing to bees, hide in books, walk dogs, concoct tinctures, watch foreign films, and make messy art.
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One of my favourite times of the northern hemisphere year. I think Keats evokes it beautifully:
(https://poets.org/poem/autumn)
Yes! One of my favorite lines is “in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn…”
Yes! Here in the tropics the mourning is more like a deafening chorus, combined as it is with the frogs and cicadas…