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Christine Schoenemann (Maccabee) brought in before the frost, as well as I will leave you now with another
any tomatoes lingering on the vine. verse of that wonderful song by
Even though I planted my garlic on Jean Ritchie. It reflects a sentiment
time, I still have not planted lettuce, that runs deep in the soul of many a
On The Wild Side spinach, parsley, tah tsai, and radish person, and cuts to the core of what
is precious in life.
seeds in my cold frames. Once those
seeds are planted, French intensively,
Indian summer warmth and regular “Let go of me summer, let go of me
please. I love your slow music, I love
sprinklings will get them off to a good your green trees. But I’ve miles for to
A Tribute to Summer start. Then, as in many years past, go now and promises to keep, so let go
I will have my salad greens through
of me summer, let go of me please!”
When the roses have opened, when the bee hums again, Wait for me by the cold weather. It is amazing how
Enjoy the season, whichever one is
the ocean when old June comes again. Only say to me, Summer, that you’ll well cold frames work (that is another upon you!
subject for another article).
always come true – Then go way from me Summer, let go of me, do.
— Verse from a song by Kentucky folksinger Jean Ritchie Christine is a Master Habitat Naturalist in the State of Maryland and is available
for consultations as to how to make your property—no matter now small—wildlife
As I write this, I am told this is songs for daily changes from sun up to and wildflower friendly. She can be reached at [email protected].
the last warm day before the first sun down. The birds certainly have no
frost, or so the weather forecasters trouble singing at appropriate times,
are predicting. I am exulting in the and so I know that I am no different.
sun and the warmth, but my heart I will sing this song to strengthen my
grows a bit melancholic knowing of heart against the cold front and the
the impending freeze. Today, the wild losses that follow. I will sing it out to
asters are blooming profusely here, the valley, to the garden that was so
and thousands of bees are humming abundant this year, and I will sing it
while hard at work storing up nectar out to the memory of open windows
and pollen for hibernation. I know and doors and the easy flow of bodies
that in a couple of days, after the from house to the gardens.
frost, many flowers will be dead. However, I will also enjoy the
However, if it is not a hard frost, refreshing difference which this
some wild asters will continue to feed change brings. The trees are already
the bees right on through October. putting on quite a show, and the
Also, about this time, box turtles are cooler air is most welcomed. Indeed,
thinking about digging into the soft the gardens, as well as the gardeners,
soil of the forests, soils which will deserve a much-needed rest. Finally,
be as hard as a rock all too soon. we have time to write those letters or
Migrating birds are congregating for that book; do some cross-stitching or
the flight further south; many have woodworking; cuddle up by a warm
already left. And my doors are mostly wood fire on long, cold nights; or
closed to keep in the warmth. We clean those places we neglected while Looking Here it is!
humans are all in the midst of the we were out in the garden growing
change from light clothes and jackets our crops and mowing our lawns. for a deal?
to corduroy pants, heavier coats, hats, Preparing for the holidays will take
gloves, and boots. priority in many of our lives, though
I love the song by Jean Ritchie it can also become a crazy time. I Kid’s
called “Let Go of Me Summer.” Her suppose the important thing is to
words, and the haunting melody, always have a thankful heart and to 99¢
capture the feelings many of us have do our part in creating love and joy in
at this time of year. I hope to sing it the world, no matter the season. Meals
soon, if only to myself and the gardens Well, I must soon stop typing and
I love. It is what I call a seasonal song. get outside into this glorious day.
Most native indigenous tribes around There is still work to be done. My Join Us from 5:00 p.m. to 8:00 p.m. - Dine In Only
the world had spiritual songs about house plants that have benefited from
the change of the seasons and, in fact, being out under the arbor need to be Hamburger • Cheeseburger
Mondays
4 pc. Chicken Nuggets
McDonald’s in Includes child size fry, apple slices, and
Emmitsburg
small soft drink. (Toy not included)
for only 99¢
Tuesdays
McDonald’s in
Thurmont
Wednesdays
McDonald’s in
Walkersville
Christine Schoenemann (Maccabee) brought in before the frost, as well as I will leave you now with another
any tomatoes lingering on the vine. verse of that wonderful song by
Even though I planted my garlic on Jean Ritchie. It reflects a sentiment
time, I still have not planted lettuce, that runs deep in the soul of many a
On The Wild Side spinach, parsley, tah tsai, and radish person, and cuts to the core of what
is precious in life.
seeds in my cold frames. Once those
seeds are planted, French intensively,
Indian summer warmth and regular “Let go of me summer, let go of me
please. I love your slow music, I love
sprinklings will get them off to a good your green trees. But I’ve miles for to
A Tribute to Summer start. Then, as in many years past, go now and promises to keep, so let go
I will have my salad greens through
of me summer, let go of me please!”
When the roses have opened, when the bee hums again, Wait for me by the cold weather. It is amazing how
Enjoy the season, whichever one is
the ocean when old June comes again. Only say to me, Summer, that you’ll well cold frames work (that is another upon you!
subject for another article).
always come true – Then go way from me Summer, let go of me, do.
— Verse from a song by Kentucky folksinger Jean Ritchie Christine is a Master Habitat Naturalist in the State of Maryland and is available
for consultations as to how to make your property—no matter now small—wildlife
As I write this, I am told this is songs for daily changes from sun up to and wildflower friendly. She can be reached at [email protected].
the last warm day before the first sun down. The birds certainly have no
frost, or so the weather forecasters trouble singing at appropriate times,
are predicting. I am exulting in the and so I know that I am no different.
sun and the warmth, but my heart I will sing this song to strengthen my
grows a bit melancholic knowing of heart against the cold front and the
the impending freeze. Today, the wild losses that follow. I will sing it out to
asters are blooming profusely here, the valley, to the garden that was so
and thousands of bees are humming abundant this year, and I will sing it
while hard at work storing up nectar out to the memory of open windows
and pollen for hibernation. I know and doors and the easy flow of bodies
that in a couple of days, after the from house to the gardens.
frost, many flowers will be dead. However, I will also enjoy the
However, if it is not a hard frost, refreshing difference which this
some wild asters will continue to feed change brings. The trees are already
the bees right on through October. putting on quite a show, and the
Also, about this time, box turtles are cooler air is most welcomed. Indeed,
thinking about digging into the soft the gardens, as well as the gardeners,
soil of the forests, soils which will deserve a much-needed rest. Finally,
be as hard as a rock all too soon. we have time to write those letters or
Migrating birds are congregating for that book; do some cross-stitching or
the flight further south; many have woodworking; cuddle up by a warm
already left. And my doors are mostly wood fire on long, cold nights; or
closed to keep in the warmth. We clean those places we neglected while Looking Here it is!
humans are all in the midst of the we were out in the garden growing
change from light clothes and jackets our crops and mowing our lawns. for a deal?
to corduroy pants, heavier coats, hats, Preparing for the holidays will take
gloves, and boots. priority in many of our lives, though
I love the song by Jean Ritchie it can also become a crazy time. I Kid’s
called “Let Go of Me Summer.” Her suppose the important thing is to
words, and the haunting melody, always have a thankful heart and to 99¢
capture the feelings many of us have do our part in creating love and joy in
at this time of year. I hope to sing it the world, no matter the season. Meals
soon, if only to myself and the gardens Well, I must soon stop typing and
I love. It is what I call a seasonal song. get outside into this glorious day.
Most native indigenous tribes around There is still work to be done. My Join Us from 5:00 p.m. to 8:00 p.m. - Dine In Only
the world had spiritual songs about house plants that have benefited from
the change of the seasons and, in fact, being out under the arbor need to be Hamburger • Cheeseburger
Mondays
4 pc. Chicken Nuggets
McDonald’s in Includes child size fry, apple slices, and
Emmitsburg
small soft drink. (Toy not included)
for only 99¢
Tuesdays
McDonald’s in
Thurmont
Wednesdays
McDonald’s in
Walkersville
