Time to rekindle… as Autumn returns.October 20, 2018 - Author: Jennifer Mylod - Comments are closed
Summer’s hot days and humidity are finally gone and Autumn is finally arrived… and in retrospect, though I’m an avid fiddler… and play tunes every day, teach fiddle lessons & gig… I realized there wasn’t as much music this year – out on our front porch – as there usually was. Somehow, I realize now, the projects, chores and work weighed in a bit more than expected…
Starting out last Spring, with bright eyes & great expectations with all we wanted to do… we somehow allowed the (although exciting & beneficial) projects to become just a bit more consuming – than we thought… and they ended up taking more time… but thankfully now… these monster size projects – are finishing up!
But this summer was truly a season of tremendous growth & accomplishment… and it’s a rewarding realization, to look back at everything we did & planted, that has since flourished & prospered. Though, even into October… I’ve continued forward with the goals we set, and I put in quite a sizable addition to our existing herb bed, where I planted about 100 cloves of garlic – for a Winter crop… so things continue still, to grow.
The harvesting of the fragrant herbs, were a real joy to collect through out the summer… and I do love my handmade, antler basket that a dear friend made for me. It’s great for the harvesting… though in winter, it works nicely for my yarns and such!
The veggie garden’s spent now, but hopefully – my medicinal herb garden will hold on a little while longer as the days get colder. I hope to get one more good harvest from the plants that are still thriving in the chilly days – and I’ll get their greens snipped, bundled and hung onto the big, old drying rack – before the hard frost nips everything down to the ground.
But the realization just recently hit me… as the wood stove was fired up again, and my old “beloveds” as I like to call them… (a comfortable, well worn, old fiddle & my sweetest voiced mountain dulcimer) have come creeping out from their remote perches… where they’ve sat quietly… waiting most patiently for me – all summer long…
It’s with a joyful swelling of my heart… to hear Philip’s native flutes & whistles… following suit… gently joining into the chorus… and coming forward to bask tunefully in the warm and golden glow of the first, Autumn’s evening fires. And like a treasured, unforgotten memory… I smiled as I felt their strings under my fingers again… and heard Phil’s comfortable and familiar melodies – lilting & melding perfectly – in-between my notes, even after such a long season apart. I predict it will be a tuneful Winter… and I can’t wait!