Saturday, October 4, 2008


"When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock,
And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin' turkey-cock,
And the clackin' of the guineys, and the cluckin' of the hens,
And the rooster's hallylooyer as he tiptoes on the fence;
O, it's then the time a feller is a-feelin' at his best,
With the risin' sun to greet him from a night of peaceful rest,
As he leaves the house, bareheaded, and goes out to feed the stock,
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock."
James Whitcomb Riley

The frost was on the punkin this morning, and this time of year always brings this poem to mind; a favorite from grade school days. Then, off to The Center for Children's Art today. We glazed our clay projects, readying them for the kiln, and then did a session of handmade paper. Next week I want them to make a little handmade book.


Uta said...

Lovely image April

butterfly woman said...

Very intriguing shot of the pumpkins, quite different and the poem is so appropo. Frost on the pumpkins, is it really that time of year? Always enjoy your words and photos, they so match each season of the year!

Doris said...

The poem is great and the frosted little pumpkins a joy to see!