Light from Light

At times our own light goes out and is rekindled by a spark from another person.
Each of us has cause to think with deep gratitude of those who have lighted the flame within us.

ALBERT SCHWEITZER


Thursday, October 28, 2010

Harvest Time in Dixie


One of my favorite times of year is Harvest Time. When the heat summer is over and the cooling fall is here. When the apples have all been gathered and the ones a feller keeps, lie around the celler floor in red and yeller heaps. Not only do I love the Fall and Harvest Season, I love the poem by James Whitcomb Riley, When The Frost Is On The Pumkin, that describes the way I feel during this time. I love apple butter, sweet potato pies, and savory pork ribs, slowly roasted with garlic and root vegetables. I am at home, heart, mind, and sole when Harvest Time comes.

1 comment:

Unknown said...

SANTA!!! Finally I have found you!!! You are terribly missed here. Please email me.

It has been a long time since I have been home in the south during harvest season. I could not agree with you more. It is a wonderful time of year:-)

All my best to you.
Renee Favors