tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post8741436983459708820..comments2024-03-28T17:44:17.403-07:00Comments on The Weaver of Grass: AutumnThe Weaver of Grasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13947971556343746883noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-25035685727706886102013-10-18T10:57:36.351-07:002013-10-18T10:57:36.351-07:00Isn't it strange how we all remember the smell...Isn't it strange how we all remember the smell of stored apples from our childhood.<br />Also love the idea of the Russian crows arriving in Vienna for the Winter. I once arrived in Moscow on Christmas Day and there were hooded crows everywhere - I had never seen one before.<br />Thanks for sharing your memories.The Weaver of Grasshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13947971556343746883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-4380737359072050572013-10-18T10:51:42.638-07:002013-10-18T10:51:42.638-07:00It is well known throughout the land (well, in our...It is well known throughout the land (well, in our family anyway) that I'm not the biggest fan of most things autumnal - but I do love the putting up, canning, freezing, etc. I make jams for the cold winter to enjoy on toast, freeze the berries for fresh as possible berries on ice cream on frosty nights, freeze apple pie fillings, I make pickles and relishes.<br /><br />I like to leave the jars sitting on the counter after a spell of canning or jam making - enjoying to look of the plenty - and then they go off to the pantry, to come out again later to our tables. I even take pictures of the bounty - as it comes into the house and before it goes into the pantry - this part of autumn I truly enjoy.JoAnn ( Scene Through My Eyes)https://www.blogger.com/profile/12621061028973446378noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-40922061831045340242013-10-18T09:42:58.970-07:002013-10-18T09:42:58.970-07:00I look back through memories on the years when we ...I look back through memories on the years when we canned and jellied and jammed, and even further to my father-in-laws wonderful root cellar in the orchard. I have a DIL who is wonderful about supplying me with small jars of various jams from the orchard fruit, but I miss the wonderful homegrown canned tomatoes!<br />Hildredhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05420791064923078834noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-80688997515217109492013-10-18T03:10:14.427-07:002013-10-18T03:10:14.427-07:00I have always had this urge to preserve things, to...I have always had this urge to preserve things, to squirrel away stuff for the winter. I love to make jam but I am the only one who eats it, so I have had to quash that urge in recent years. I still make chutney, and used to make a lot of wine. I may get back to that, but am concentrating on Christmas drinks instead - Raspberry Ratafia, Sloe Gin etc.<br /><br />We have been picking apples recently and have boxfulls in the hallway, which will go down to the cooler pantry this weekend. The smell of them is superb.Bovey Bellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13117332471600275100noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-25030165651169548822013-10-17T18:50:23.968-07:002013-10-17T18:50:23.968-07:00Lovely sharing this deep, ancient satisfaction wit...Lovely sharing this deep, ancient satisfaction with you!<br /><br /><br />ALOHA from Honolulu<br /><a href="http://comfortspiral.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow">Comfort Spiral</a><br /> =^..^= <3<br /><br /><br />Cloudiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05853753108637831069noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-39820657138157734632013-10-17T15:24:22.253-07:002013-10-17T15:24:22.253-07:00I love to read your stories.
For me Fall Is quiet...I love to read your stories. <br />For me Fall Is quiet different. In Tucson it is three hot months of summer then one day you wake up and you feel the coolness in the air. In fact the air looks different. So for us desert dwellers the cool mornings and evening are like your "first snow flakes" We embrace the Fall.<br /><br />cheers, parsnipangryparsniphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17236094827257446781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-1733701928448807762013-10-17T14:02:13.559-07:002013-10-17T14:02:13.559-07:00I loved raking leaves up into a hugh pile and then...I loved raking leaves up into a hugh pile and then, my sisters and I would jump right in the middle of them. The smell of dried leaves was wonderful. Of course, I had to rake them again, but the pile went into my mom's garden to make compost for the next growing season. Autumn is my favorite time!<br />Sandy @ My Yellow Swing<br />PS: I'm going to use the umbrella suggestion.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-87909995833603570772013-10-17T13:04:52.753-07:002013-10-17T13:04:52.753-07:00You must have amazing stories from your youth. I w...You must have amazing stories from your youth. I was raised in the suburbs but loved visiting farms both in the US and in Portugal where we spent summers. I wish I knew what the smell of apples in winter was like (we, I can imagine)! And I also love Autumn though for some reason I'm not all gung-ho about decorating for Halloween this year as I have been years past. And I keep trying to psych myself up for Winter but I admit that the dying leaves are just a reminder that beloved Summer is fading fast...soniahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09699796086402523726noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-64690475672448546682013-10-17T13:04:50.123-07:002013-10-17T13:04:50.123-07:00You must have amazing stories from your youth. I w...You must have amazing stories from your youth. I was raised in the suburbs but loved visiting farms both in the US and in Portugal where we spent summers. I wish I knew what the smell of apples in winter was like (we, I can imagine)! And I also love Autumn though for some reason I'm not all gung-ho about decorating for Halloween this year as I have been years past. And I keep trying to psych myself up for Winter but I admit that the dying leaves are just a reminder that beloved Summer is fading fast...soniahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09699796086402523726noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-76449106539993435502013-10-17T12:26:25.983-07:002013-10-17T12:26:25.983-07:00Maureen here. I adore autumn, the season of taking...Maureen here. I adore autumn, the season of taking in and letting go. What can I let go of that is not serving me or my family -from foods to beliefs- and what are the well refined gems that I wish to keep? Plus, there is the delicious anticipation of (in America), Halloween, Thanksgiving, then, of course, Christmas and the New Year. I always like the anticipation so much more than the actual event. I know, I'm weird. Viva Autumn!Maureen @ Josephina Ballerinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09026799070718705353noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-31698935165821092962013-10-17T11:59:26.833-07:002013-10-17T11:59:26.833-07:00I sometimes feel a slight panic when autumn arrive...I sometimes feel a slight panic when autumn arrives. Summer has gone and dreaded winter chills and coughs and colds can't be far away. I think it's because autumn always seems so short. No sooner it's here than the leaves have fallen it seems to me and it's quickly gone.<br />I like autumn. I'd like it to be longer, that's the problem in Central Europe where the cold fronts march down before you know it from the Steppes. The Russian crows have already arrived in Vienna for the winter. Gwil Whttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03305768121713053837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-57903466866759275682013-10-17T11:58:28.247-07:002013-10-17T11:58:28.247-07:00I remember that smell of apples in my grandparents...I remember that smell of apples in my grandparents' dining room so well Pat - thank for reminding me. No one ever went in that room except at Christmas, but I used to sneak in and breath in the apples. Em Parkinsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04789754528697848623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-76415910545767169732013-10-17T11:55:23.067-07:002013-10-17T11:55:23.067-07:00I have often thought the same and can remember my ...I have often thought the same and can remember my grandfather wrapping apples and pears in newspaper and laying them out on shelves. Granny always had a good supply of jams and chutneys in her larder. Food was simple but the ingredients were mostly homegrown and of good quality. I still like to eat seasonal foods even though everything seems to be available all the year round.Heatherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06826501916623305535noreply@blogger.com