This week at Raising Homemakers we will be focusing in on fall so we will be serving up an entire week of fall goodness just for you!
Don’t you just love how the leaves crunch under your feet in the fall?
The pumpkins, the haybales, the cornstalks, the crisp air, the leaves doing their dance in the wind–what is there not to love?
I am sharing some links here on how to simply cook pumpkins, squash, apples, traditions and getting the house ready for fall:
Apple-licous Homemaking Memories
Getting Ready for Fall
Fall Family Traditions
This year I found a recipe for:
Sugared Pumpkin Seeds
I was at Starbucks the other day and tried one of their pumpkin muffins filled with cream cheese and on the top was sugared pumpkin seeds—it was excellent! I never knew it could taste so good, so now instead of trying the regular recipe of butter and salted seeds we will try this new recipe this year.
I also wanted to point out a blog that will inspire your fall decorating:
Warm Pie, Happy Home–Housewarming: Blessing Your Nest for Fall Part 1 and Part 2
“When the Frost is on the Punkin”
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.
—James Whitcomb Riley (1853–1916)
(Article originally from A Wise Woman Builds Her Home)
Do you have a great tip for fall?
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