Thursday, October 31, 2019

Halloween!


My town is a near perfect place to trick-or-treat, with even sidewalks and residents who get in to the holiday.  Jack-o-lanterns and decorations are everywhere and along with the crunchy leaves on the sidewalks, we are ready.  As the twilight lengthens, I can hear more kids coming out to join the fun.  We laid in a substantial candy supply at Sassafras House and I am sitting out on the porch in my witch costume so I can soak up the evening,


Between the twilight and the excited kids, the night feels magical.  That’s happy!

October Book Report: Thirteen Moons


Back in June, to start my Summer, I read Varina by Charles Frazier.  I enjoyed the book a great deal and, as I finished the last pages, I heard an interview with Frazier in which he talked about his second book, Thirteen Moons.  Since I’d now read two of Frazier’s books (he also wrote Cold Mountain), and liked them both a great deal, it seemed like picking up Thirteen Moons was a plenty good idea.


Indeed it was.

Set in the 1800s, the novel is the story of Will Cooper, a 12 year old orphan whose aunt and uncle sign a contract to bind him to a merchant.  The merchant owns stores in the mountains on the edge of Indian land and has “hired” Will to man a store.  At 12 years old and with no other choices, Will travels to the isolated outpost to manage the store.  Over time, he makes acquaintance and then friends with the native tribes and their leaders who live in the area.  Often alone for hours of each day, he reads and becomes a self-educated lawyer.  Will is intelligent and curious and as he grows past his loneliness and into adulthood, the tribes, and two of their leaders, adopt him as their own.  He becomes a wealthy and successful man, one who straddles two worlds and comes to prefer the natives to the American whites.

The novel begins as an elderly Will reflects on the long years of his life.  His story meanders through the past and the events Will has lived through.  He discusses the final years of Indian removal and the lives of the tribal members who stayed in the isolated mountains of Georgia and North Carolina.  He details the politics of the eras and discusses the expansion of railroad lines.  He ruefully reflects on his participation in the Civil War and considers its aftermath.

The book’s understanding of history is powerful.  It’s discussion of the events of the mid-1800s in the lives of Will and the native tribes whom he knows and loves is filled with the gluttony for land and intolerance that were at the heart of Indian  removal policy.  Frazier also takes care to tell the story from the Indian point of view.  It’s heartbreaking, of course.  Frazier takes care that the reader sees it all with open eyes.

In his acknowledgments, Frazier takes pains to tell the reader that this is story of the imaginary Will Cooper.  Though there are parallels to the real life of William Holland Thomas, this is not Thomas’s story.  In Frazier’s telling of Will’s story, we are offered the 18th century and all its warts from a variety of views.  The tale is sometimes bewildering but always generous to the human spirit despite its failings.  I enjoyed the novel very much and it’s a keeper; a book I will re-read over the years.


Tuesday, October 29, 2019

Last of the Season


Last weekend, I picked what I expect will be the last zinnias of the 2019 garden season.  There was a handful of pretty flowers.



I mixed them with some the fall mum bouquet I had on hand and made a pretty posey for one of my favorite antique mason jars.  It’s on the dining room table helping to make things cheerful.


I’m already daydreaming about the seeds I’ll plant next year.  That’s happy!

Monday, October 28, 2019

Sunrise View


In the Summer, the tall trees filled with green leaves makes for a seemingly secluded backyard.  I can see the sunrise from the back deck but it seems to rise from the trees, not the horizon.

Come mid-October, as the leaves begin to fall from the trees, the horizon comes into view.  My sunrise watching seems more expansive and on clear days I enjoy a cup of coffee on the back deck, wrapping a sweater around me as I watch the dawn light fill the sky as the sun creeps over the horizon.  As we near the time change, sunrise is rather late in the morning and the inky darkness doesn’t start to ease until just after 7 am.  The view to the East is opening up and I’m looking forward to the Winter sunrises in the coming months.



Sunday, October 27, 2019

Dogwood in Fall


The dogwood tree in the backyard  is now completely red.  T and I did some yard work yesterday and I made these pictures so I’d be able to remember this beauty through the coming Winter.


For a few days, the sight of red-leafed limbs will greet me in the morning.  Then, a windy day will come along and the leaves will fall.  That day will leave behind bare limbs that are also beautiful to see.  


I find beauty in every season but I’ll miss these leaves and their shady presence in my backyard view.

Friday, October 25, 2019

Fall Bouquets



A few weeks ago, T gave me a bouquet of fall mums.  I put them in a Mason jar vase and admired the lovely colors.  Mums make great bouquet because they last and last.  On Sunday, I trimmed these flowers up and made three posey bouquets that we’ve enjoyed all week.


That’s happy!

Wednesday, October 23, 2019

New England


On our way home from JT’s race on Saturday, we stopped to see some local Connecticut history sites.  I found this tidy and well-preserved town library in the Last Green Valley quite charming.


Fall is in full display in my part of the country and soon enough even the bluest of skies will be cold.  As Fall yields to Winter, time outside on a lovely day is a treat to embrace.

Monday, October 21, 2019

Race Day!


On Saturday, JT’s team ran a race at Harness Memorial Park in Connecticut.  The course cuts along the Atlantic Ocean and it’s a pretty place to watch a race.  JT likes the course because he ran is personal best there last season.  He ran hard on Saturday and we were glad to cheer him on.



His time wasn’t as good as he hoped.  Several of the runners took a spill at the start of the course and JT was running on a sore calf that might signal a more serious injury.


But the day was sunny and the team engaged in their post-race swim in the Atlantic.

There was a picnic for families and nothing quite cheers a mama’s heart like the sight of a table full of boys eating like wolves.


We even made a rare picture of the three of us together.


Seeing JT race always makes me glad.  He’s doing what he loves with teammates who have the making of life long friends.  There is laughter and pleasure in one another’s achievements.  I know he’s at school that makes him happy and proud; there is such comfort in that knowledge.

Friday, October 18, 2019

Fall Foliage


My school’s campus is located amongst the woods that line the western edge of the Delaware & Raritan Canal and the Raritan River.  Though we are very much in the suburbs, this patch of nature along the waterway is thick and wherever possible, it’s preserved all over the campus.  I’ve seen herons along the pond, deer on the lawns, and there is often a campus hawk patrolling the perimeter.

This beauty is part of my every day and I appreciate it so much.  Earlier this week, I was on campus before sunrise to send off some field trips.  As the sun rose and I waited for the last of the students to arrive on campus for the day’s adventures, I walked alongside the sidewalk outside the Middle School, intent on the quiet and fresh air.  This view is the daily scene outside of my office.  I never tire of it.


From the looks of things, the leaves have just begun to change.  But on the grass, it looks like things are well underway.


I never tire of this view and that’s very happy!

Wednesday, October 16, 2019

History in My Backyard


This morning, all of my Middle School  students head out for field trips.  Grade 6 heads north to the Farm School in Massachusetts, a tradition that creates memories (and stories!) that last a lifetime.  Grade 8 heads south to Harper’s Ferry, Antietam, and Gettysburg; to see Civil War sites they’ve been studying in History class.  7th grade and I are headed out for each of the next three days to see local history sites related to the American Revolution.

The last two days of school have been consumed by the excited energy these adventures entail.  In a way, the last two days have been harder than the trips that start today.  Not that the field trips won’t exhaust the adults - they will - but the energy of doing is easier to manage than the energy of prospective fun.

T and I have spent hours checking out the sites that the students and I will now visit in the next few days.  Some of them are gems that my students drive by on their way to school.  Others are a few miles away, treasures of Revolutionary War history.  I’m excited to share this history, which seems exotic to me, a kid who grew up in California, far away from George Washington and the Patriots.  That history is in our backyard now and it’s time for some adventures!