Saturday, October 17, 2009

days of grace

My friend Paul, who once operated a dairy farm here in southern Vermont, told me about days like this. He called them the Days of Grace. They are the stray dog days after the fever dream of foliage is over. That time when the leaves have all but fallen and everyone's holding their breath for the first snow. Paul said this is when the tractors are repaired and set into winter housing, when the feed rations change, when the wood pile is heavier: these are the Days of Grace. These are the days we slow down and let change happen.

I like that.

11 Comments:

OpenID Tamitng said...

I know a family in Pawlet that had a dairy farm. I went to visit once during calving season and had one named for me as a result. The new life of the calves, the death of the old farm dog and cutting hay, sharp cheese in the town store...a lot happened the week I was there. So many memories.

October 17, 2009 at 11:45 PM  
OpenID beentsy said...

What a great way to describe this in between time. Like nature is holding her breath for as long as she can. :)

October 18, 2009 at 12:18 AM  
Blogger Melodie said...

Mmm,my favorite kind of day.

October 18, 2009 at 9:29 AM  
Blogger Dog Hair in my Coffee said...

Today is that kind of day here, and I love to think of it like that, now. A day of grace. After two days of early season snow, and grey soggy skies, and leaves all down in wet, ugly piles, today is sunny, warmer and promising. Of course, it won't last. Which makes it a perfect "Day of Grace." Thanks for sharing that wonderful thought.

October 18, 2009 at 9:56 AM  
Blogger Alison said...

I love that! We aren't there yet in Ohio, but I'll definitely keep that phrase in mind when we start getting into the grey of early November.

October 18, 2009 at 10:09 AM  
OpenID mountainchicken said...

I love how that's phrased. So true. Out here it's like you can hear the mountains exhale after a busy summer. A time to decompress before a busy winter...

October 18, 2009 at 12:26 PM  
OpenID mountainchicken said...

I love how that's phrased. So true. Out here it's like you can hear the mountains exhale after a busy summer. A time to decompress before a busy winter...

October 18, 2009 at 12:26 PM  
Blogger ladybughomer said...

I emailed your post to a friend. Sometimes every so often on the weekend here in So Cal we (my friend and I) just have Jammie Sunday or Saturday. She spends the day with her cats; I spend the day with the labbies, and we slowly read, eat, push a bit of dirt in a pile if necessary, and breathe. I like how your friend called it - Days of Grace.

October 18, 2009 at 3:51 PM  
Blogger Tammy said...

I love this post. What a fitting way to describe these days.

October 18, 2009 at 7:51 PM  
Blogger Mancelona Woodswoman said...

It's like that here in northern Michigan too. I'm mourning the loss of summer, but anticipating winter. We moved our sheep into the barn area, goats too. Bucks and rams are intent on doing their job. Horses hair is getting thick. Our sled dogs know it's time for them now. A time of transition and tranquility.

October 19, 2009 at 11:46 PM  
Blogger Courtney said...

I like it too. I've been trying to perfectly grasp this in between time that suddenly feels a bit more like winter than fall.

October 21, 2009 at 12:36 PM  

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