{"id":55,"date":"2006-10-10T22:00:00","date_gmt":"2006-10-10T22:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/hobbitsabroad.com\/?p=55"},"modified":"2006-10-10T22:00:00","modified_gmt":"2006-10-10T22:00:00","slug":"pruning-out-the-deadwood-changing-seasons","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/hobbitsabroad.com\/?p=55","title":{"rendered":"Pruning Out the Deadwood, Changing Seasons"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Autumn is making me melancholy. Or something is. On nights when the moon is full, and the sky is that particularly brilliant shade of blue, when the wind is cool, even at noon, and things all around you are changing, well… you don’t really need an excuse<\/i> to gently indulge your melancholia, do you?<\/p>\n

‘Tis the season to read books and sip spiced hot chocolate, to ponder life truths and have a good cry for no particularly good reason; to write letters sans keyboards, with actual pens <\/em>that use ink; <\/em>to cement friendships, or slough off particularly noxious ones you’ve been hanging onto for too long. ‘Tis the season to shake off the deadwood, prune back the branches, and prepare to go dormant so that new growth can take place. Autum-time — it’s the slow-down that comes before the little death which comes before life returns.<\/p>\n

Part of me hates change so much that all of this pruning and such makes me want to go back to bed, but letting something die back without pruning it, in plants, anyway, means that it’s not easy for the plant to come back to life. Trying to make changes stick in myself, without making room for them, without giving things up a few things that are comfortable, but hurtful, probably won’t work out either. So, it’s time, and every year this time rolls around again. I look forward to seeing how it will all turn out. <\/p>\n

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Meanwhile, the Silly Sibling’s Ceremony that took over my life <\/em>is now over — (Which has me convinced that there is<\/i> a God, if not, we’d still all be at the church still, waiting for her to finish her pedicure<\/em> and maybe show up on time<\/i>…wow. There are no words.) so I’m finally digging out of the filthy dusty house, returning library books, putting up the rest of the produce in the freezer and into the dehydrator, and finding the bedwarmers. It’s actually been coldish and rainy and it’s a welcome respite from the state of Eternal Summer via Global Warming. I’m relieved. Admittedly, I’m still disappointed at my retarded sunflowers; the only one I got is a full four inches tall — it looks like an oversized dandelion — but it’s time to shake off the failure and put in the bulbs and the sweet peas, maybe some amaranth, and more kale. Hopefully better results next time…<\/p>\n

I have a wee dram of champagne waiting for me to take notice of it. Can you believe that someone had the good sense to make a sweet potato chutney that calls for champagne? I can’t drink it, but I can eat it!<\/p>\n

Sweet Potato Chutney<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n