Saturday, September 18, 2021

The Daybook: Autumn and Pockets of Time



" Autumn is bold bursts of colour that leap from every
corner of the landscape;  . . .  Autumn is a time for textured
treasure; run your fingers through its landscape. "
LOUISE BAKER, Autumn, An anthology for the changing seasons 


We were away from home for only a few days. When we left it was still green and summery, and when we returned Autumn had taken over the neighbourhood. A few trees were brilliant yellow, and a colourful confetti of leaves scattered across lawns and green spaces. Spared frost thus far, the garden continues to bloom. The Rudbeckia (below) brightens the corners where it stands, and Miss Peace Rose (below) pours out her energy into opening the last of the buds. It is sad to see her season come to an end, but I take solace burying my nose in the petals which are more fragrant now than they were in summer.


from the side yard coming round to the front

It's been a while since I wrote a Daybook post—it seems a perfect time to shake out the insides of one's pockets as we wrap up Summer and let Autumn have her way. I do hope you enjoy September's edition of The Simple Woman's Daybook which is loosely cobbled around the autumn theme and pockets of time, with a gallery of garden photos as it now looks.


  

FOR TODAY

" Build pockets of stillness into your life. "
MARIA POPOVA


Outside my window. . . As I sit at my desk, a blustery wind blows. The Mountain Ash branches, heavy with clusters of red berries, rhythmically bend and weave, toss and sway—my thoughts swirl as I watch.


I've been thinking. . . about pockets. Not pockets on a jacket or a pair of jeans but rather pockets of time and opportunity. It all started a few weeks ago when lovely Facebook friend Sharon mentioned opening her window one early morning to enjoy the air that was still sweet and fresh. It would only be a little while before heat and smoke took over, making it needful for her to firmly close the window. But Sharon reveled in the moment, however short. Her vignette grabbed my heart that day for I completely understood her aesthetic sensitivity—I aim for the same—where we learn to grab hold of those pockets of time, no matter how tiny, and savour what we can of its beauty or pleasantness. A grateful heart won't waste the moment, fretting for something more perfect; it just leans in and appreciates what is.

This leads me in a round about way to the next prompt. My mind starts humming a bit of a tune 𝅘𝅥𝅮 along with just a snatch of words: 'la la la la something-something in your poc-ket'. Eventually the braincells break through cobwebs and I have enough words to do a reasonable google search. Does anyone of a certain age remember this old song by Perry Como. 🠛


I've been listening to. . . Catch A Falling Star which Perry Como recorded in 1957. A catchy tune, I've been humming it ever since I found the lyrics—these are the stanzas I was trying to remember:  

Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket
Never let it fade away
Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket
Save it for a rainy day . . .

For when your troubles start multiplyin' and they just might
It's easy to forget them without tryin'
With just a pocketful of starlight


I am thankful. . . for the lovely day I spent with my mom earlier this week. The day dawned sunny and warm. We shared a simple lunch of sandwiches, a small bag of Lays Classic potato chips, and bread and butter pickles. It was my dad's birthday, he would have turned 92, and together we visited his earthly resting place. We took red roses, his favourite, and then wandered through the quiet rows, sat on a bench in the sunshine, while cows grazed calmly in a field nearby. It was so pleasant and peaceful, our conversation was the same. We wound up the afternoon stopping at Dairy Queen—Dad would have been keen—for chocolate dipped ice cream cones, a treat neither of us have enjoyed for a long time. We savoured every lick as we sat on the sunny patio. It was one of those days that will shimmer in our memory pockets for a long time.


Glorious foliage from a tree down the street


A favourite thing I love about Autumn. . . is the vast contrasts as seen in nature—rows of trees and grassy knolls still green alongside bushes, shrubs, and plants resplendent in brilliant shades of gold, orange, and russet.


I am wearing. . . capri pants with a delphinium blue tee-shirt, a spritz of fragrance, and a dab of coral glossy lipstick.


I am remembering. . . the old Hallmark movie Sarah, Plain and Tall. Sarah Wheaton arrives on the Witting farm for a one-month trial to see if she can make a difference to the widower and his young children. On a trip into town one day, six year old Caleb spies a harmonica in the general store. When Sarah buys and gives it to him, Caleb is thrilled because 'Now I can carry a little music in my pocket'.   

 
I've been watching. . . the Downton Abbey series off and on these past couple of weeks. I planned to watch episodes on my own when the weather got cooler, because I didn't think Rick would be interested. But he was—I think he's glad for a break from garden chores—and so together we've been enjoying the series all over again.

I kind of forgot how well written it is, how funny and wise Lady Violet is, and how full and intense the episodes are. I love the theme music and get a little thrill hearing those first notes. It's easy to get taken up in the lives of the Crawley family, including everyone below stairs. I find myself thinking of them and their problems, even when I'm off doing other things—cheering for Anna and Bates, happy when Lady Mary and Matthew finally get together, feeling sorry for poor dear Edith when she's jilted at the altar. Having visited Highclere Castle a few years ago, I watch the scenes closely to spot things I've seen in person, crowing that I, too, have walked down that grand staircase. 


Self seeded johnny jump ups


I am reading. . . Jann Arden's latest book If I Knew Then, Finding Wisdom in Failure and Power in Aging. She's entertaining and thoughtful as she shares her own discoveries about life and living and what really matters. One thing she mentions that caught my eye was the importance of creative endeavour in every stage of life. She happens to use the same phrase we used in our childhood: "making things". Such pleasant hours we spent making things: doll clothes, games, paper cutout dolls from the Eaton's catalogue, beaded necklaces, embroidered pillow slips, knitted ropes on old spools.

Jann says, "Making things is what childhood is all about. Making things is what life is all about. Making things for yourself is the most glorious d*mn thing on the planet." Oh yes! So I ask the question, what things are you making these days? The other day I made a peach galette (using Jacques Pepin's apple tart recipe), which was dee-licious, and I am making photo books to be given as gifts.


I am learning. . . that it's good to enjoy a moment, a scene, without feeling the need to always take a picture of it. Before our digital world took over, we lived our lives pretty much without taking photos at every turn. We stored our favourite memories in our mental pockets and only took photos on special occasions, like birthdays or Christmas or weddings. But, of course, it's so easy now with our digital cameras, and I do love that I can share daily life moments so easily on social media.

At the same time, after reading a story about a fellow who spent his whole river cruise holiday behind the lens of his video camera filming it, something about that made me stop short. Did he really experience the sights and sounds and flavours of his whole holiday through the tiny eye of his camera? Maybe I'll just relearn to once again be present in the present, live life's moments without always needing to take another photo. At least some of the time.  


In the garden. . . Some things are blooming like there is no tomorrow. Perhaps they know their time is short and are not wasting a moment. Here is a little tour of what it looks like these days:






One morning we came out to find this pretty hand-painted rock
nestled amongst the flowers. We don't know who left it there, or who
the painter is, but we have so enjoyed this sweet gift to us.








 This rose bush (the name slips my mind) struggled all summer, but
now she's blooming full gusto. Love her wedding pink petals.


When the peonies die back, the pink sedum begins to
take their place in the garden. They bloom till freeze-up.







Sharing a link. . . that my friend Sharon passed along to me The Cottage Fairy. These short videos are created by Paola, a young artist who lives with her dog and bunny in the quiet countryside of Washington State. She presents vignettes from her own gentle, creative life and posts them on YouTube. Usually around eight to ten minutes in length, the videos lend a restful, mindful ambiance—-they are well worth visiting!


 A quote on my mind. . .           " There are pockets of time, she thinks,
where every sense rings like a bell,
where the world brims with fleeting grace. "
DOMINIC SMITH, The Last Painting of Sara de Vos

With such a quote within, I really must search out this book by Dominic Smith. I haven't read it, have you? Is the book as lovely as this quote? Standing in my garden or when I'm out for my walks, that's how I often feel. My senses come alive as I take time to smell, touch, hear, see. And, I feel my world brimming with that fleeting grace, making me glad to be alive. Pockets of time and opportunity, that's what we have, isn't it, as we live day by day.  


The scent from the sweet pea posy fills the whole house


Closing thought. . . take a moment to read aloud to yourself. Something you are reading right now. Maybe a line or two from this post that speaks to you. Feel the rhythm, listen to the cadence, roll the words over your tongue. Hold it a moment, tuck it in your memory pocket to savour later...

Perhaps in much the way British poet William Wordsworth once mused about the dancing daffodils he imagined as he lie on his couch of reverie. I understand he wrote his unforgettable poem some years after seeing that great host of yellow. Which means he carried the vision all that time in his memory, and one day he brought it out and found it so thrilling he wrote a poem. If we truly live in our own daffodil moments, the memory of them will return one day to us, and give us pick me up moments, just when we need them. In our upside down world that's filled with suffering and turmoil, I think we need them more than ever.

There, I've emptied my pockets of what I've been thinking about these days. I hope you found something, besides lint, that you can take away.


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Wishing you plummy days filled with autumn's beauty
and big pockets to hold their sweet memories.

Brenda

All Images in this post are mine





28 comments:

  1. This -- "A grateful heart won't waste the moment, fretting for something more perfect; it just leans in and appreciates what is." Yes, I'm learning to do this more and more.

    As for reading out loud ... it brought to mind the first time I read Jane Austen many years ago. Mansfield Park was my first JA novel and I just couldn't get into it, so I started reading it out loud to myself - in a British accent - and there it was. The whole book opened up to me then and I've enjoyed Jane Austen ever since.

    Thank you for emptying your pockets, I so enjoyed seeing what was in there.

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    1. After reading my post when I was done, it was that line I wrote that stood out for me too, if I do say so myself. hehe I'm so glad you loved it too. Oh my, how often have I read aloud to get the effect of the story or what someone is trying to convey. I love that you even used a British accent to make Jane Austen come alive to you. Thanks, Joy!

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  2. Oh! And thank you for the stroll through your garden. I felt like we were having a little visit as you showed me round the garden.

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    1. A little stroll through the garden is so pleasurable, even in our imaginations.

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  3. thanks for some many entertaining thoughts and photos, lovely read...

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    1. Lin, I'm so glad you enjoyed your visit here. I'm always glad to see you!

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  4. I loved everything that you emptied from your pockets! Thanks so much for sharing! Linn

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  5. Your pockets were full of many lovely things and I thank you for emptying them and sharing them with us. The paragraph about taking photos rather than enjoying the moment fully is something I learned quite a few years ago. I was watching our son graduate from university and focusing the camera on the stage rather than enjoying the event. When we hike or wherever I go, I always take time to look before taking a few photos, and then drink in the scenery with my camera tucked away.
    Your "wedding pink" rose is such a delectable colour.

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    1. Yes, it's easy to be so busy about focusing the camera for a good shot and miss the event with our eyes behind the lens. I've been learning, like you, to stop to enjoy and savour the scenery, take the pictures, and then get back to being in the moment of beauty or celebration. That pink rose, I take great delight in her.

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  6. What a joy to read this post. Your yard and garden must be so beautiful. I really do miss having more flowers around, but since my gardener is no longer with me, my Hubby, I have had to let them go. But they doo live on in my memory.

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    1. Ruth, I am so grateful to my Master Gardener. He is the real gardener around here. I love gardens and can dream up ideas in my armchair, but Rick is the one who puts them into real life. Plus all that digging, watering, and weeding - he really is the best! Thankful for memories. Plus, you take such lovely photos, you must have lots of beauties of what your gardens used to look like.

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  7. It was lovely to be near as you emptied your pockets today. I love the idea of pockets of time that are limited and treasured. On they move, those pockets, never to return and wise is the one who pays attention.

    Your photos were a pleasing complement to your words today! So much beauty in your garden, here on the edge of autumn!

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    1. Cheryl, I didn't realize just how much info is out there about pockets in all their varying shapes, sizes and metaphoric meanings in songs, poetry, essays. It was fun to discover. Thank you so much for your lovely comment.

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  8. Oh, Bren, I enjoyed this so much. And your peace rose with the rain drops is breathtaking. I don't have to worry about taking photos and not enjoying the moment. As the camera has never been my friend. Therefore, I am quite happy to sit and enjoy whatever I may see or be enjoying and asking Mike to take a photo. The quote and the book from Dominic Smith does sound lovely. I will look for it also. Happy day and week to you, my friend.

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    1. Sandra, I was never a photo taker and never even had a camera for years. But with the digital age, I started taking photos with my iPhone and realized I took especial pleasure in nature, gardens and flowers particularly. I literally have thousands on file now. I do go in and cull when the mood strikes, because who can caretake them properly? As time passes, it gets easier to let go of photos that aren't up to snuff. Trust you are enjoying your week in WV.

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  9. How wonderful! I loved every bit of this post! Loved the tour through your garden! Loved stopping at Dairy Queen! Loved singing along with Perry Como! Loved that you were able to be with your mother on your father's birthday! What have I been making? Today I made a Cranberry Apple Crisp from Susan Branch's recipe. What am I reading? Two books....Persuasion by Jane Austen and This Chair Rocks: A Manifesto Against Ageism by Ashton Applewhite. Special cheery thoughts to you!

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    1. Awww, thanks Nellie! That Cranberry Apple Crisp sounds delicious - I'm sure I have it in one of Susan's books. Persuasion is one of my favourite Austen books, both the book and the movie, especially the 1995 version.

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  10. So many things to comment on or respond to in this post (and I know I won't remember them all) ...
    I love that song by Perry Como -- for decades I used to sing that song when I was happily doing things outside or otherwise.
    Yes, I've read The Last Painting of Sara deVos. It was for our book club and we all enjoyed the story and learning so much about art fraud as well as life in the time of the Dutch Masters.
    It warms my heart to know you're making photo books to give as gifts! I do that every year, in addition to the ones I make for us.
    You are so very fortunate to still have your mom here to have been able to spend such a lovely day with her.

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    1. I hum and sing quite often as I go about my day, since listening to the Como tune, I've been happily humming it these past days. Thanks for the heads up on "The Last Painting of Sara deVos", I read your review and enjoyed it. Yes, I'm so very grateful for my mom.

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  11. Thank you for making me thing about pockets in a new way!

    I do remember that Perry Como song, as well as the Sarah, Plain and Tall Book (I can even picture the pink book cover with the little medallion on it!).

    I'm also a fan of Jann Arden and saw her at an outdoor concert a couple of decades ago.

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    1. We had a chance a few years ago to see Jann in an outdoor concert, but we didn't make plans and so the opportunity slipped by. I loved her poignant book about her mom during Alzheimer's "Feeding My Mom". A heart catcher book.

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  12. Oh, I just love your posts.
    I loved Sarah, Plain and Tall.. when my boys were small they too enjoyed the books and the movies.

    Enjoy the last weeks of September.
    Carla

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    1. Carla, you made my day with your sweet comment. Thank you!

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  13. As always, such a beautiful, calming visit to your blog. I'm glad that in a world where even blogs change, yours remains the same beautiful stop. I'm so thankful for no politics here, as that really stresses me out. I don't remember if you are in BC or Alberta, but I was thinking about you recently, as my son has been to southern BC twice in the past month. He was so glad the border opened, because he wanted to visit some friends in Nelson. Ah, so wonderful that you could spend time with your mom. What a blessing you still have her! I still have both my mom and my dad (81 and 84), and I know how rare that is at my age. Most of my friends have lost both (or at least one) of their parents.

    I agree with you about the strange need nowadays to document everything. Everyone wants to be on YouTube or TikTok. They live their lives just for public display. Crazy if you ask me!

    Blessings and hugs,
    Patti

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    1. Thank you, Patti, for your lovely comment. Yes, we're in Alberta. Nelson is a nice city, we've visited when we've been out that way. Hope your son had a good time while there. And yes, I'm so grateful that my mom is still here with us.

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  14. Thank you Brenda for another beautiful post.
    Your garden looks full of colour and interest at the moment, and oh, that rose...!

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    1. I agree, that rose is exquisite. Glad to see your comment, Barbara.

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To My Beautiful Readers,

Some people come into our lives, leave footprints on our hearts, and we are never the same. ~ Franz Peter Schubert

Thank you so much for leaving your 'footprint' here in my comment box. I do appreciate you taking a moment to share your thoughts today.

Brenda xox

PS. I do not always comment here, but I do look forward to coming and visiting you....