tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post853035741285364929..comments2024-03-27T16:19:53.023+00:00Comments on Friko's World: September: Old Wives' SummerFrikohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04277167831642088694noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-19492087774844737642010-09-22T23:24:36.371+01:002010-09-22T23:24:36.371+01:00What a lovely post Friko and so evocative of your ...What a lovely post Friko and so evocative of your past Septembers. My mother was born in Paris and never did any canning, jamming or anything like that. It is I now who make jam out of our fig tree or other fruits from local farmers, kind of a reverse role in a way. I never knew that sauerkraut could be made at home – we usually went to an Alsacien restaurant in Paris – just like I would not Vagabondehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10774109692564954568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-1860166035423692722010-09-22T10:53:09.101+01:002010-09-22T10:53:09.101+01:00You've made me homesick for a kilner jar! LOL ...You've made me homesick for a kilner jar! LOL :)Jinksyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01686101468214361004noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-76818978191573042832010-09-21T18:16:54.136+01:002010-09-21T18:16:54.136+01:00Nice to note that several of your
followers are fe...Nice to note that several of your<br />followers are fellow Northwesterners.<br />I like the German word for Indian<br />Summer. I love your line:<br />/They are at their very best when <br />covered in a suspicion of dew <br />in the light of a sunny early morning./<br />That and the image of the webs<br />hanging between and off fence<br />posts and railings. Stirring and<br />beautiful, you Glenn Buttkushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10680725814199700692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-43727765294139958882010-09-21T15:54:43.391+01:002010-09-21T15:54:43.391+01:00This sounds like how my mother-in-law described li...This sounds like how my mother-in-law described life in her country [in eastern Europe.] Not to be a pessimist, but I think life back then kept us more connected to the earth. We saw our food, and how it grew, and the work involved. Simpler times, in some ways, but so much richer in others. Lovely trip down memory lane, Friko! My own grandmother's back kitchen was also full of bins of flour mollyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03797484583400519909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-59268559792055098362010-09-21T13:30:14.473+01:002010-09-21T13:30:14.473+01:00Friko, this description of Old Wives Summer was so...Friko, this description of Old Wives Summer was so beautiful. I enjoy your descriptions of the landscape that surrounds you. When we lived in the Okanagan Valley in British Columbia we had so much abundant fruit and vegetables to process and store that it was exhausting work. Now as we farm in northern Alberta we have a huge garden and it keeps me busy blanching and freezing as we patiently Sheilahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17747219456841194840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-23864619793426678492010-09-21T06:45:18.834+01:002010-09-21T06:45:18.834+01:00You have reinforced the preparations our house goe...You have reinforced the preparations our house goes through each Fall...bringing wood to the front porch for fires to warm us. Gathering the last of the garden offerings and drying herbs for the coming winter - sometimes I take these for granted but your thoughtful words make me appreciate it all again. <br />And we are headed home now - through the Yukon and everything is golden.taylorsoutbackhttp://taylorsoutback.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-58562291977254536782010-09-20T17:37:39.958+01:002010-09-20T17:37:39.958+01:00Thanks for visiting my blog and commenting. Love y...Thanks for visiting my blog and commenting. Love your pictures and the story! xxPaulahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07241317042459836045noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-71797155214953413922010-09-20T17:36:33.053+01:002010-09-20T17:36:33.053+01:00I enjoyed this. I had none of that growing up. W...I enjoyed this. I had none of that growing up. We were city folk.ellen abbotthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00535475792150335186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-22407558875643746692010-09-20T16:19:51.547+01:002010-09-20T16:19:51.547+01:00Everybody has said it already - what a beautiful p...Everybody has said it already - what a beautiful piece of writing. You really make me feel privileged to be around to see autumn through your eyes. We are just back from walking the dog followed by coffee in the car - parked up 5mins from home, in total peace with waterfalls, mountains and heather and lovely sounds all around. A time to wonder and a time of joy. One of my friends is harvesting Fredahttp://www.freda.org.uknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-28495597117543355092010-09-20T15:57:17.578+01:002010-09-20T15:57:17.578+01:00A lovely post, Friko. Our autumn here in the Paci...A lovely post, Friko. Our autumn here in the Pacific Northwest has been less than idyllic. It has rained almost every day and the garden looks really bedraggled. But in a small way Jerry and I are trying to get back to basics. We are heating with wood from our own land, cut and split by Jerry. I should be doing something with the green tomatoes that will not ripen. But I just seem to be 20th Century Womanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11432147267959308192noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-50861779177714127802010-09-20T12:19:03.071+01:002010-09-20T12:19:03.071+01:00Wonderful post that makes me want to go outside ri...Wonderful post that makes me want to go outside right now and pay attention. Thank you.<br />I do think we have lost more in attaining our life of ease than we have gained. Seems too many have just gained obesity from lack of activity and the need for Prozac.<br />I kind of wonder what our "grands" will be telling their "grands" about their lost way of life?Arkansas Pattihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14156004753267665579noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-24191554277711518712010-09-20T08:05:11.285+01:002010-09-20T08:05:11.285+01:00It's a tricky one, isn't it? My grandmothe...It's a tricky one, isn't it? My grandmother continued to bottle fruit and make jams until she was nearly 90. We all enjoyed the fruits of her labours but, she would say, 'old habits die hard'. In her day, these tasks were undertaken out of necessity. There was no other option, unless you were wealthy.<br /><br />I doubt that today's young people will feel any poorer for not Martinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13494219959077922220noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-27512645940221910582010-09-20T06:40:05.349+01:002010-09-20T06:40:05.349+01:00An interesting question, Friko. I believe we'...An interesting question, Friko. I believe we're poorer for total dependence on the state and big box stores for everything. Generations of children will never know the wonderful smell of preserves bubbling or pickles soaking in brine. I don't think they're better off for it.Pondsidehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02407539138546412482noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-26280425743261678912010-09-20T06:30:19.559+01:002010-09-20T06:30:19.559+01:00The perfect description of an ideal autumn!
I'...The perfect description of an ideal autumn! <br />I'll hug this to me as I pedal off this morning , through the rain .SmitoniusAndSonatahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11210817141287881808noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-74891770971329023172010-09-20T05:50:27.053+01:002010-09-20T05:50:27.053+01:00There's a quiet urgency about autumn that begu...There's a quiet urgency about autumn that beguiles the soul in spite of not needing to put up food for the long winter ahead. It's an urgency that encouraged my husband and I to go on a long tramp in the forest today. <br /><br />Your description of the spiders and the history behind the name Old Wives Summer is poetically written.Lorriehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03653026442945027184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-7647778097203310282010-09-20T03:26:23.843+01:002010-09-20T03:26:23.843+01:00Your writing is so evocative. Reading this post ma...Your writing is so evocative. Reading this post makes me so much more aware of the scents (and sense) of autumn that I realize is slowly getting lost.VioletSkyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10222821877918680480noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-65796248951846702432010-09-20T02:53:38.977+01:002010-09-20T02:53:38.977+01:00What a beautiful post, Friko. You almost make me l...What a beautiful post, Friko. You almost make me look forward to the upcoming chill, and that's not easy because I'm a real summer person. You paint a beautiful picture with your words - of times passed, of times to come.. of the here and now.Hilaryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12787493532006658679noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-26951578893838104562010-09-20T01:51:46.466+01:002010-09-20T01:51:46.466+01:00Beautiful word pictures, Friko! Absolutely wonder...Beautiful word pictures, Friko! Absolutely wonderful.<br /><br />There are a few of us still pickling and canning (bottling.) We'll dig our potatoes in a few weeks. We didn't grow up with that way of life but chose it for ourselves -- back-to-the-land hippies is what they called us.<br /><br />Thanks for the amazing description of this lovely time of year.Vicki Lanehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08114677510459055768noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-40565626697690189902010-09-20T00:51:17.043+01:002010-09-20T00:51:17.043+01:00Just this weekend it has begun to feel like autumn...Just this weekend it has begun to feel like autumn here in the Pacific Northwest. I have been listening to acorns hitting the rooftop today; the fall rains have begun to visit us and they are bring down leaves, twigs and acorns everywhere.<br /><br />Oh, I bet that sauerkraut of your mother's was something else: what a great memory!Kerryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15281288495129054688noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-6594221121636281092010-09-20T00:49:29.928+01:002010-09-20T00:49:29.928+01:00What an utterly beautiful tribute to the coming of...What an utterly beautiful tribute to the coming of autumn. I am pleased to learn of the baldachin spider, and, of many gorgeous phrases, I particularly love "a suspicion of dew." As to whether we are the richer or the poorer, I would only say this: upon moving up to the Hudson Valley, we had no garden for the first two years. Last year, we had tomato blight, and our harvest was Susan Scheid (Raining Acorns)https://www.blogger.com/profile/02827286681242730183noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-33288553767488228562010-09-20T00:20:26.405+01:002010-09-20T00:20:26.405+01:00I enjoyed hearing about that spider; you've de...I enjoyed hearing about that spider; you've described it beautifully. I grew up in a place with four distinct seasons, and autumn was my favorite. Now I live in Florida. September is much more subtle here, but it's still September. That slight turning of dryness and coolness in the air is just enough to send the memory spinning. I wonder if you are familiar with the Sinatra album "Mark Kerstetterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13307987573435067415noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-23373364704699165392010-09-20T00:08:33.456+01:002010-09-20T00:08:33.456+01:00"...a glint of silver in the caught unexpecte..."...a glint of silver in the caught unexpectedly as they are caught in the gentlest breath of a breeze." Love that line Friko, makes me appreciate my white hair.LOL Wonderful inspiring post. Got a chance this week-end to enjoy nature at it's best by the lake.<br />QMMAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04721708092323894355noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-73182169488281153892010-09-19T23:28:43.316+01:002010-09-19T23:28:43.316+01:00Friko, you do descriptions better than anyone. Wh...Friko, you do descriptions better than anyone. What a gorgeous posting. It makes me want to sit and watch and notice, something I'm not very good at.marciamayohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18185069576683872041noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-32515108746672993532010-09-19T23:27:19.581+01:002010-09-19T23:27:19.581+01:00friko i'm just in from a bike ride through the...friko i'm just in from a bike ride through the early autumn colours of gold, cornflower blue, purple, orange-red, pale yellowish brown, and dark green. the water (for i rode beside a river) a deep glistening blue with banks in the shade an olive brown. in the sky, v's of geese doing practice runs for the trip south to florida. it's a beautiful transition exquisitely contained within stevenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14132104804524716898noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-90834541113072145252010-09-19T23:21:33.879+01:002010-09-19T23:21:33.879+01:00Thank you for such a lovely post, I loved reading ...Thank you for such a lovely post, I loved reading about autumns of your memories, they sound so very busy but wonderful at the same time. I am enjoying the photos and reading all that is written about your approaching autumn while we here in NZ are welcoming spring with all her fickle ways. Autumn is so steady and spring is her opposite; we have just experienced some very stormy days and they areMarilyn & Jeffhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00851884880790561276noreply@blogger.com