"When the Frost is on the Punkin"
James Whitcomb Riley 1853–1916
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock,
And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin' turkey-cock,
And the clackin' of the guineys, and the cluckin' of the hens,
And the rooster's hallylooyer as he tiptoes on the fence;
O, it's then the time a feller is a-feelin' at his best,
With the risin' sun to greet him from a night of peaceful rest,
As he leaves the house, bareheaded, and goes out to feed the stock,
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock.
They's something kindo' harty-like about the atmusfere
When the heat of summer's over and the coolin' fall is here—
Of course we miss the flowers, and the blossoms on the trees,
And the mumble of the hummin'-birds and buzzin' of the bees;
But the air's so appetizin'; and the landscape through the haze
Of a crisp and sunny morning of the airly autumn days
Is a pictur' that no painter has the colorin' to mock—
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock.
The husky, rusty russel of the tossels of the corn,
And the raspin' of the tangled leaves as golden as the morn;
The stubble in the furries—kindo' lonesome-like, but still
A-preachin' sermuns to us of the barns they growed to fill;
The strawstack in the medder, and the reaper in the shed;
The hosses in theyr stalls below—the clover overhead!—
O, it sets my hart a-clickin' like the tickin' of a clock,
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock.
Then your apples all is gethered, and the ones a feller keeps
Is poured around the cellar-floor in red and yaller heaps;
And your cider-makin's over, and your wimmern-folks is through
With theyr mince and apple-butter, and theyr souse and sausage too!...
I don't know how to tell it—but ef such a thing could be
As the angels wantin' boardin', and they'd call around on me—
I'd want to 'commodate 'em—all the whole-indurin' flock—
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock.
That is one of my favorite poems from childhood. My grandmother gave me a book of poetry that I read until the cover was worn off. I always think of this one in Fall, and it brings back so many wonderful memories of autumn past. sigh:-)
Now on to the porch...I was "inspired" you could say, by an episode of "Curb Appeal" to put some color on my porch. My husband thought I was crazy, and you might also. He actually loves it now, my mother--not so much.
By the way, the sign was on my great grandfather's house here when he bought the property in the early 1900s. My father let me have it. My mother has not noticed that I have it yet. I sprayed a coat of marine varnish on it to keep it from weathering. It's been hanging outside, though, for 100 years.
Yes...I did it. Red barn and fence paint on the french doors and the post trim. It looked great on the house on Curb Appeal so I wanted to try it. I really get tired of white.
We decided to do the mullions black, and that I really like. I'm thinking the trim needs to be black too, but not sure about that.
I bought this wreath years ago at a local nursery and decor shop, Savannah Farms. I really love it! I bought several of their Christmas items and they hold up so well year after year.
We also did this door, which is technically the front door, but we use the french doors more often.
Well, we are loving it and it is definitely different! We would like to replace the railings with black iron, and hope to someday actually add a great room here, so all this would go eventually. However, in this economy, I'm only dreaming of a new great room:-)
Thanks for stopping by!! I hope you are enjoying beautiful Fall weather like we are here in Western North Carolina. The children and I had so much fun gathering all the corn stalks from my parent's garden and dressing them up! This is my favorite time of year, so I try to soak up every moment of it. It is gone all too soon.
Anita
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