día de los muertos/day 1

Día de Los Muertos is a Mexican holiday and celebration where families welcome back and honor the spirits of deceased loved ones. It takes place over two days, November 1 and 2. Even though it's the day after Halloween, Día de Los Muertos is a joyful celebration of life and memories rather than a night of fright.

 

November 1 is the Día de Los Angelitos, the Day of the Little Angels. On this day, communities across Mexico and other Latino communities celebrate the lives of babies, toddlers, and children who briefly lived on this earth. This celebration is vivid and colorful. Even though the parents have lost a child, they have gained an angel.

In Dayton's historic Woodland Cemetery, there is a monument of a boy and his dog. Back in the day when Dayton was a canal town, Johnny Morehouse was playing with his dog by the Miami & Erie Canal and fell into the water. The dog jumped in and tried to rescue him but was unsuccessful. The story goes that the dog stayed by the grave for weeks, waiting for Johnny, living on scraps of food that sympathetic mourners gave him.

To this day, visitors touched by the sweet story frequently leave gifts, toys, and flowers on his grave.

Descansa en paz, angelito.

 

halloween

Grafton Hill is an old Dayton neighborhood known for its tree-lined streets and beautifully preserved homes. The Dayton Art Institute, the Dayton Masonic Center, and the Annunciation Greek Orthodox Church are within the Grafton Hill boundaries. In 1984, one of the neighbors who lived on Stoddard Avenue came up with the idea to put jack-o-lanterns on the hill next to the Art Institute and the Stoddard Avenue Pumpkin Glow began with 30 carved pumpkins. Over the years, the number of grew with volunteer groups carving pumpkins and just recently corporate sponsorships along with volunteers. This year's Pumpkin Glow was held on Monday and Tuesday of this week and had over 1000 jack-o-lanterns. So much creativity! As people walk around the hill we heard comments, "Did you see this one?", "Go Dayton Flyers!", "That snake!". Little kids were so excited to see super heroes and cartoon characters they recognized. So much creativity.

Theme in Yellow

I spot the hills 

With yellow balls in autumn. 

I light the prairie cornfields 

Orange and tawny gold clusters 

And I am called pumpkins. 

On the last of October 

When dusk is fallen 

Children join hands 

And circle round me 

Singing ghost songs 

And love to the harvest moon; 

I am a jack-o’-lantern 

With terrible teeth 

And the children know 

I am fooling.

~ Carl Sandburg

the friday feed: hot honey carrots

This past summer, I planted carrots. I put the seeds in the ground, didn't do much else to them, and let nature take its course. The deer stopped by to munch on the carrot tops, I didn't thin the seedlings, the carrots were left to grow.

When it was time to pull them from the ground, I discovered a funny-looking harvest. The carrots were short and fat, twisted around one another from growing too close together. By no means were they perfect, but they were carrots! Now, what to do with these imperfect little root vegetables?

A little while ago, I had come across a recipe for hot honey pickled carrots, and it seemed like the perfect way to put my harvest to good use. The recipe called for carrots, vinegar, honey, garlic, and chili flakes.

I already had hot honey in my pantry, so there was no need to use the chili flakes. I digress here...When my daughter first moved to New York City, she lived in Brooklyn, just around the corner from the Bedford Cheese Shop. This small business carried Mike's Hot Honey. What was once a local Brooklyn favorite is now sold all across the United States. The cute neighborhood Bedford Cheese Shop is now out of business.

These hot honey pickled carrots turned out to be the perfect thing for my little odd-shaped harvest. They're packed with flavor - sweet, tangy, and a little spicy - and it didn't take long to empty the jar. 

thursday's thought for the day

This is so appropriate for the last full week of campaigning going into the elections.

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Also, a very HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my first born child, Patrick Michael. He carries the names of three very fine men, Todd's brother, Michael, and my brothers, Michael and Patrick. (If you want to know his age, you can count the cakes 😁)

wednesday's words and wanderings and wonderings

9:00 a.m yesterday...the Hunter's Moon still visible in the sky. No one else was at the farm and I enjoyed the peacefulness of the moment.

My friend and I occasionally meet at an Italian deli for a glass of wine. We were surprised to see its window boarded up. Someone hit the gas pedal instead of braking. OUCH!

While in Chicago we took our little grandson to a school's grand opening for its new playground. AJ was fascinated by the drums and found the spot where he wanted to stay. What is the possibility of Didi and Grandpa buying a drum for him for Christmas? 🤣

Smiles with our sweet little pumpkin. He was tired after banging on those drums for 30 minutes!

Back home and time to do a little grocery shopping. Thanksgiving is November 26 and I'm pretty darn sure a butter sculpture turkey will not make it to the table!

isn't it ironic?

Most times when we drive to Chicago we plan our departure times to avoid the second-worst-in-the-world traffic statistic. However there are times when we don't make that precious window of time and we are just one car in the sea of turtle-paced vehicles.

We left Chicago on Monday morning and stopped by our other daughter's home for a quick chat and good-bye hug. Wouldn't you know, the traffic was moving and it continued to flow all the way out of the city. This was the fastest trip home we've ever had.

 

monday's mulling: the farm, the hunter's moon, and one of my dogs

Tuesday is my last day working at the farm, which closes for the season on October 31. Sigh. It’s a bittersweet time of year.

I’ll miss the camaraderie of my workmates and bosses, chatting with customers, watching the seasons change, and being surrounded by fresh vegetables and fresh air. I’ll miss picking vegetables, too, and most of all, the sense of peace I find in that place. There’s something special about working close to the earth, watching the days grow shorter, and feeling the rhythm of the seasons.

Until next year...

Speaking of the changing seasons, tonight’s full moon is known as the Hunter's Moon. The first full moon of autumn is the Harvest Moon, traditionally associated with gathering the last of the crops. The next full moon, the Hunter’s Moon, takes its name from the time of year when people prepared for the coming winter by hunting and storing meat.

Photo: Meteorologist Nick Dunn, WHIO

For me, the Hunter’s Moon also brings a happy memory. Whenever it appears, I can’t help thinking about my sweet, goofy chocolate Lab, Hunter.

Hunter came into our lives as a puppy when my daughter was attending summer school at Miami University. She and a friend thought having a dog at school would be a wonderful idea. What they hadn’t thought of was their house leases included a no-pets clause and so little puppy Hunter came to Dayton to live with us.

He quickly became a beloved member of our family and was with us for 12 wonderful years. He brought us so much love, laughter, and companionship, and this full moon that bears his name brings back memories my goofy boy.

Autumn settles in, the farm closes its doors for another season, the nights grow colder, and the Hunter’s Moon lights up the sky. This time of year holds endings, memories, and the promise of beginnings yet to come.