Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Indian Summer?

I was listening to a blue jay while getting lunch today and it reminded me of the poem, Indian summer by William Campbell.  It is one that I often quote as it seems to describe so well the area in which I live.

"Indian Summer"

Along the line of smoky hills

The crimson forest stands,

And all the day the blue-jay calls

Throughout the autumn lands.

Now by the brook the maple leans,

With all his glory spread;

And all the sumachs on the hills

Have turned their green to red.

Now, by great marshes wrapt in mist,

Or past some river's mouth,

Throughout the long still autumn day

Wild birds are flying south.
I don't think that we are experiencing Indian Summer just yet but the sun is shining through the maple leaves and the temperature is a lovely 15 degrees.  I seem to be in a soup making mood lately and this morning I made a kettle full of cabbage, carrots, tomatoes and rice with lots of spices.  It is a Weight Watcher's recipe so it should be slimming as well as good.
My husband has been out all morning helping a friend but, when he returns, we will be working on the addition.  We started putting the siding on yesterday and we need to get that done before winter arrives.
Right now, I am going to have a cup of tea and perhaps read a few pages of a book while I wait for him to return.

1 comment:

  1. One of my favourite poems too, Anna. I remember learning it in public school as part of our 'memory work' - must have worked!
    I look forward to your musings - keep it up!