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Michaelmas Colors

Michaelmas time! Michaelmas time!
Time is changing the guard of the world.
Deep in his heart, dauntless in mind,
The ploughman guards against time growing old.
He stands and studies the star-patterned sky,
Fixes each spark in his wishing-well eyes;
Stars, like seeds, strewn over the land
And under the plow by Michael's hand.

~The Waldorf Songbook

Michaelmas Daisies

The Dye Pot

Red Roses Bright

I don't think there is any celebration that I have looked forward to as much as this one, this year. It seems so poignant for this season of our lives. Every seasonal shift has been felt so strongly, especially the swell of heat and emotions during the Dog Days of Summer. Now, the darkness is creeping in so quickly and I found myself out in it last night, in my property management work (but, hey, that means my grandmother is touring Nova Scotia in her eighties!).  I felt so unseasy, I'll admit, and it seemed that every grazing deer wanted to cross the road as I drove home.  The light is really waning and we are building the fires within ourselves to carry us through the Winter months.  The focus during our school time, along with my own improving discipline, is so wonderful.  I have worked to make what we do this year be full of meaning and it truly is.

We did have a rough start yesterday, in case it sounds like the stars are always aligned.  I waffled around in my mind about how to handle it, and we kept on, with our hearts set on the dyeing I had planned.  We got through it and were so nourished by the daily rhythm and the simple work of collecting the last of the flowers and berries.  Pokeberries are on their way out around here, but we did our best with what was available to make a red healing silk for our basket.  The goldenrod was put in with some turmeric for dyeing our flying star balls.  Roan and I clipped the last of the Celosia for drying and found some wee red roses for our Michaelmas table.

Today, we'll work on puppet plays and grinding wheat for our dragon bread.  We'll have friends over tonight to celebrate and enjoy some good, warm soup.  It's chilly this morning, in the forties, and I'm wearing socks for the first time in a long time.  It feels so nice!  Time to warm up the apple doughnuts (which are heaven!) and make some Mexican hot chocolate.  Here's a different version of a familiar verse that the children and I have really enjoyed this week:

Twinkle, twinkle little star
How I wonder what you are!
Art a gateway in the sky?
Art a little angel's eye?
Shine your starry light to earth,
Bring a thousand stars to birth:
Stars in apples, seedpod, pear,
Stars on berries everywhere.
So you guard me near and far--
Twinkle, twinkle little star.

~Wynstones :: Autumn

Comments

( 2 trees — Plant a Forest )
(Anonymous)
Sep. 30th, 2016 11:30 am (UTC)
It sounds wonderful. I'll bet it's so nice to have the wheat grinder... I've always thought that sounded like such a great activity for children. I'm trying to figure out your dyepot... is that chamomile in there with some berries? We have more hours of darkness around here, too. That Wynstones verse is so nice. - Stacey
impossibleway
Oct. 1st, 2016 10:51 am (UTC)
It is nice, though it is real work! :-) In Festivals With Children, Freya Jaffke talks about doing a really coarse grind the first time, and we've done that a time or two. It's a Michaelmas daisy in the pot with the pokeberries. I like verse, too. It suits me better than the conventional one.
( 2 trees — Plant a Forest )

A Blessed Wilderness

It was just like being in heaven, being in there. In those days there was no road. The park was all a blessed wilderness. I have often thought what a wonderful people we would have been if we had wanted to keep it that way.

~Adolph Murie, biologist, on Denali


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