And you know, I am not looking forward to the cold and snow, I never do. But the beauty of Fall, well that is different. At least for now anyway. I was lucky enough to visit an old homestead, built in the 1840's, and see the huge stone and brick structure in the root cellar that was the footer for the kitchen hearth, a kitchen hearth that set the place on fire a couple times. I typed kitchen heart instead of hearth, but corrected it, now that I think on it, the kitchen hearth is the heart of a home.
In the kitchen above there are several wainscot cabinets, and a massive dry sink, all painted a rusty autumnal orange with blue trim. A pitcher pump , it's cold and clean tasting water, stands ready . And overhead a tin ceiling with many layers of light blue paint. There against one wall is an old coal fired cook stove with 6 lids, 2 ovens. and a water reservoir, that would have been filled with cold water from the pump makes a few gallons of hot water using the heat from the cooking fire. On the drain board is a stack of the biggest cucumbers I have ever see, I thought they were zucchini at first.
I learned what I knew about gardening from my other grandmother. I started out with a big patch of freshly tilled soil to plant my first crop.
She made cheese also, but the thing she knew the most about was growing things, especially tomatoes.
The days of late summer are delights to me, with their clear skies, and summery weather, and abundance of fresh fruits and vegetables, and of course the cooler nights that are so good for sleeping and stargazing. There is color everywhere, even the color of daylight as warmed to a soft golden color. There are never enough of these days.