Saturday, November 3, 2018

A Place to Fall Back and Put Away


Day-close at Merry Mount

At Day-Close In November

The ten hours' light is abating,
And a late bird flies across,
Where the pines, like waltzers waiting,
Give their black heads a toss.

Beech leaves, that yellow the noon-time,
Float past like specks in the eye;
I set every tree in my June time,
And now they obscure the sky.

And the children who ramble through here
Conceive that there never has been
A time when no tall trees grew here,
A time when none will be seen. 

            -Thomas Hardy (1840-1928)


On Sunday, November 4, 2018 we “fall back”.  We are asked to manipulate time by setting our clocks back an hour.  We at Merry Mount will turn back the clocks, but we also will stop for a moment to ponder whether we could “make time stand still.”  Sometimes during moments of great awe or profound grief our senses seem to “stand still” and we feel frozen in time. Otherwise we observe the passing of time and hopefully embrace change.  One of the great pleasures of watching a sunset is observing that light and therefore the colors contained in it are subtly changing second by second.  We literally are watching time change.

In central Ohio, we are blessed to also experience seasonal change.  We are in the season of  “put away”.  Since we haven’t yet professionally retired, we must manage time in order to get things put away before the weather prohibits us from doing so.  During autumn weekends, we must find time to strip the gardens.  We deadhead the zinnias for next year’s seeds; pull up and/or cut down the remains of corn and okra stalks, bean and pea vines, and other vegetation that supported the fruit and vegetables that we consumed and/or “put away” for meals during winter.  Work!  Work! There is too little time for recreation.

Putting away the garden

For another perspective on “Watching the Gardens Go To Sleep”, I refer you to Gene Logsdon:


Perhaps as we “fall back” and hurry to “put away” we should stop and ponder the words of Wendell Berry:

The Real Work

It may be that when we no longer know what to do
we have come to our real work,

and that when we no longer know which way to go
we have come to our real journey.

The mind that is not baffled is not employed.

The impeded stream is the one that sings. 

-       Wendell Berry


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