It takes hands to build a house, but only hearts can build a home.

Author Unknown

Wednesday, October 08, 2008

Chapter 10, Page 8, Book 08

In the other gardens
And all up the vale,
From the autumn bonfires
See the smoke trail.

Pleasant summer over
An all the summer flowers,
The red fire blazes,
The gray smoke towers.

Sing a song of seasons!
Something bright in all,
Flowers in the summer
Fires in the fall!

Robert Louis Stevenson, Autumn Fires

Everyone hears only what he understands.

Johann von Goethe


I love the poem above. It brings to mind many good thoughts for me.

When I was a young girl visiting my grandparents on the farm, we used to walk up a little road not far from her to visit the neighbors. The road intermingled with what they called a run. Called so because it was where the water ran off the hill when the rains came.
Some places were deeper than others and ran beside the road others were very shallow and ran across the road. If I have this right the run ran into the creek and the creek ran into the river. I was always confused about going up or down the creek, but finally got it right when I looked to see which way the water was flowing.
Going to visit the neighbors was always a treat. As we walked up the run road we’d be breaking the ice in places as we walked. It was always fun to see if the puddles were frozen through or just on top. We also had to step over the run on stepping stones where it was a little deeper so as to not get our feet wet.

After climbing a little bit of a hill the neighbors farm house would come into view. It was a huge old place and the smoke would be coming out the chimney to let us know it was warm and welcoming inside. I loved the smell of a crisp fall morning in the country.

Welcoming it was too ! We’d be invited in to visit and we always sat at the kitchen table. This was a large family and the table was longer than any I’d ever seen before. I’ll never forget that place and the warm feeling present there and the fire curling out of the chimney.

I imagine the poem brings to mind different thoughts for each of us. I just thought I’d share mine today.

It is Wednesday !
Over the Hump Day and now we can slide right into the weekend.


Words do two major things:
They provide food for the mind
and create light for understanding
and awareness

Jim Rohn

‘On Ya’ - ma


Joan said...

I had never heard of hump day before I started reading US journals what a great saying wish I have known that one when I worked it would have worked so well. Shoping day today for me. great poetry today by one of my fellow countrymen. Love Joan.

Kath said...

Oh! how this brought back memories of myself as a girl, but in my parents home.We had a very large wooden table, where all would sit and gather round with the fire glowing and the smoky chimney..Dad would wait at the door for all the visitors coming down the hill where we lived in them days...Company would say they could smell the fire many yards away as they approached this being the smoke of course in the cool air.God bless you for these memories I have tears in my eyes.Take Crae Love Kath xx

betty said...

what a wonderful memory to share with us this Wednesday morning! I think sometimes my best memories include a kitchen table; something so homey and comfortable sitting around one and sharing good times with friends and family :)


Joyce said...

I love your new pretty...colorful too. I loved the poem also...and your memories...thank you for sharing..hugs and love,

Alice said...

I, too, remember many kitchen/dining tables from grandparents and my parents to my own now. Thanks for sharing your memories :).........alice

Beth said...

Yes, I've encountered many farm houses and cozy homes in my years so far. Wonderful memories, and thank you for sharing this one!


Hollie said...

What wonderful memories.....

Janie said...

What a great memory. I love little creeks and brooks that are hidden away in a grove of trees. One comes to mind. Would go there when we visited friends. Later I have wondered if there was a bull in the field some where because the field did not belong to our friends. lol Wishing you a great day with blessings, Janie