Quickly the days have gone by with this basket as my timepiece- collecting berries and beans, tomato
Quickly the days have gone by with this basket as my timepiece- collecting berries and beans, tomatoes, peaches and corn, and now kindling to start a fire in the wood stove. November is hushed on the farm- the air anticipates the first snow, a new year; the fields’ look forward to a long winter nap. Right before spring there is a buzzing in air as it all gets ready to come to life, all at once, seemingly overnight. In November the only sounds are the crunch of the leaves beneath my feet, my voice calling for the dog who is always so far behind or so far ahead. A solitary crow pecking at the chaff from the corn field. Even the pond is still, no frogs or turtles rippling the water, no heron gliding up into the air as he hears me approach. Just peace, a thoughtful, sleepy, grateful peace as I look back on another year. -- source link