Sunday, September 21, 2025

Goodbye Sweet Summer

       " When summer gathers up her robes of glory, and like a dream of beauty glides away. "

 ~Sarah Helen Power Whitman

 
 
 
 
 
 










 

 
 




 

Tuesday, September 16, 2025

Nature's Gifts

One of the perks of my daughter's little farm, are the daily fresh eggs.

She shares them with family and friends alike.
If you've never tasted a farm fresh egg, you are missing out, those store bought eggs are just not all they are cracked-up to be.
*giggle*
 
 
 
 
 
Farm-fresh eggs have one-third less cholesterol, a quarter less saturated fats and twice as many omega three fatty acids, than store-bought eggs.
They also have more vitamin A and E and seven times more beta carotene.
And more important, the chickens are raised humanely.


Egg-gathering always seems to draw a crowd .

Friday, September 12, 2025

The Dog Days Of Summer



Dog Days defines a time period or event that is very hot or stagnant, or marked by dull lack of progress.
The name comes from the ancient belief that Sirius, also called the Dog Star, was somehow responsible for the hot weather.
These early days of September, we seem to have hit that mark.

Hot summer days, no rainfall in sight.
Even the birds have taken to their nests...

Friday, September 5, 2025

Autumn Is Calling

Despite sultry August days, subtle signs of changing seasons are all around.

Summer days are noticeably shorter. There is a cooler rush to the evening air.
Down on  main street the shopkeepers are displaying their Autumn wares, and the feel of changing seasons is afoot.
The Summer's Gold Lantana blooms heartily,  as if it knows Summer's loveliest smile, is fleeting.





Monday, September 1, 2025

September




" September days have the warmth of summer in their briefer hours,
But in their lengthening evenings a prophetic breath of autumn.                            

The cricket chirps in the noontide, making the most of what remains of his brief life.
The bumblebee is busy among the clover blossoms of the aftermath,
And their shrill and dreamy hum hold the outdoor world above the voices of the song birds,
Now silent or departed."-

September Days : Rowland E. Robinson, Vermont