Today is the autumnal equinox, the day we cross the threshold to autumn.
Fall is the gathering season. The time of harvest and the collecting of the summer’s abundance and the time of shutting down for the cold sleep of winter.
Nights are cold and crisp and days a mix of sun and gray. I can feel myself slowing down and wanting to stay indoors. It’s a time for the last flurry of warm weather work before the other flurries come to drive us indoors.
I’ve always loved this time of year. Harvest on the farm was a busy, exciting time. Bringing in the grain from the field was dusty, but fulfilling. I love the smell of harvest, especially on the warm days that held an edge of frost.
I used to climb in to the grain bin and shovel the barley as it poured in through the auger from our five ton grain truck. I used to hold my hands under the shower of grain from above. It’s a rough, sensual feel.
I miss it and I miss spreading the grain around to the corners and then sitting in the big, square granary window for the next load.
Barley itches. It did not bother me then.
I miss those days, but I have my memories. They cannot be taken from me.
For the times and the memories I am grateful.
Fall is the gathering season. The time of harvest and the collecting of the summer’s abundance and the time of shutting down for the cold sleep of winter.
Nights are cold and crisp and days a mix of sun and gray. I can feel myself slowing down and wanting to stay indoors. It’s a time for the last flurry of warm weather work before the other flurries come to drive us indoors.
I’ve always loved this time of year. Harvest on the farm was a busy, exciting time. Bringing in the grain from the field was dusty, but fulfilling. I love the smell of harvest, especially on the warm days that held an edge of frost.
I used to climb in to the grain bin and shovel the barley as it poured in through the auger from our five ton grain truck. I used to hold my hands under the shower of grain from above. It’s a rough, sensual feel.
I miss it and I miss spreading the grain around to the corners and then sitting in the big, square granary window for the next load.
Barley itches. It did not bother me then.
I miss those days, but I have my memories. They cannot be taken from me.
For the times and the memories I am grateful.
18 comments:
The next time we plant oats, I'll call you to come run the shovel in the granary!!!! (Oats itch, too!)
Great post, dfLeah - it almost made me enjoy Autumn. Until I remembered that it's ushering in that other white season.......
Thanks, dfBag Lady. I've never shovelled oats. Could be exciting.
I so miss autumn.
Love Texas in that I had grown so tired of shoveling snow---but this time of year I long for Pennsylvania.
Evocative writing. Thankyou for sharing. I feel like I'm jumping in that grain bin right behind you!
TA x
Mizfit - Texas doesn't have much of an autumn, then? I had no idea.
If it helps I run more fall pics.
TA - Thanks so much. Come on in! There's plenty of room in a granary.
Great post Leah! I really like autumn, too bad about that next season though.
Really like the photo.
Oh, yes - I forgot to say - I really love that photo!!!!!
Thanks, Reb. Winter does have it charms, though.
DfBag Lady, thanks.
This tunnel under a railway bridge is one of my favourite spots. It's short drive west and it makes for a nice circle drive on warm lovely afternoons.
How true. Wonderful memories can never be taken from us and they can help sustain us through rough times. I love autumn, too -- it's my favorite season of the year. :) And perfect hiking weather, too... mmmm!
What a gorgeous picture. And I'm sure it was really neat, growing up on a farm. Thanks for sharing!
TL-Fall does offer some magnificent hiking weather. It was the best time on the farm. If I concentrate enough I can smell the harvest.
That's a beautiful shot. It sounds like you have some lovely memories of the season.
Thanks, Hilary. Yes,I do have some wonderful memories of autumn.
Well said.
Fall is indeed a beautiful season an an excellent thing to be grateful for.
Thank you, Crabby.
What great memories! Thanks for sharing. I remember as a child running through piles of fallen leaves, kicking them everywhere! Maybe I will do that again this fall! :-)
Missicat, thanks. And that sounds like a wonderful way to spend a glorius fall day.
Very good.....nice way to put into words. Thank you!
Thank you, Mark.
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