(Maya, another mock up for the Kosmos Society)
“The husbandman (farmer) has been cleaving the soil with crooked plough;
hence comes his year’s work, hence comes sustenance for his country and his
little grandsons, hence for his herds of cows and faithful bullocks…autumn
sheds its varied produce, and high on the sunny rocks basks the mellow vintage.
Meanwhile his dear children hang upon his kisses; his unstained home guards its
purity; the cows droop milk-laden udders, and on the glad sward, horn to horn,
the fat kids wrestle. The master himself keeps holiday, and stretched on the
grass, with a fire in the midsts and his comrades” [i]
Don’t know about where you live, but it is fall here. For me it is a time of closing up and putting
way. Our summer seasonal employees and the cannery workers are back to school
or home. The tourists are gone. The loggers will soon be chased from the
woods by “termination dust”. Time to put
the summer wardrobe away and settle in for the cold wet winter.
How do you feel about the season? What rituals do you perform or old familiar
feelings do you feel?
PS. The autumn
colors last just minutes here. Maybe you
could share some of yours with us.
[i] (Virgil.
Georgics 1.513, Translated by Fairclough, H R. Loeb Classical
Library Volumes 63 & 64. Cambridge, MA. Harvard University Press. 1916)
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