Sunday, September 15, 2019

Too Tired for the Harvest Moon



I've always loved everything about the full moons. Each month watching for them, calling them by the Native American names I first read in Gladys Taber's books. 

At our old house we watched it rise over the hill looking out our front windows. And yes, the Harvest Moon was always orange. 



 At our home here, it rises above trees outside the kitchen window and is just a pretty creamy white. 

Why is that, I wonder? 

And we go to bed far earlier than we did in years past, too early to see a full moon soar high overhead, too tired to stay up for it.  But I still love the Harvest Moon and these words in a favorite book by Ronald Blythe call to something deep and dim in my memory, something a little mysterious.

Does it call to you, too? At all?

A harvest moon stares frankly into the house with a 'Here I am once more...

but where are the sights I used to see, the tired field-men...


the thankful supper, the tithes and quarter-rent on the scrubbed table?
Ronald Blythe
Word from Wormingford
 



Was your Harvest Moon orange this year? Did it magically shine into your windows, calling to something old and disappearing? Maybe to grandparents and great-grandparents who farmed the land, as mine did? 

Do Blythe's words thankful table hint to you of something almost sacred, something we unconsciously seek to provide our loved ones with even if what we put on our dinner table was grown by others? 

Here's a simple salad recipe that I could have for supper over and over. It's from my wonderful new copy of America's Test Kitchen The Complete Mediterranean Cookbook and I would link to it except for the fact that printing it off there is impossible if you're not subscribed (by money) to their online site. I wish I had the ability to have you click on a print icon and just print the recipe but haven't tried to set that up.

It's really simple anyway, I just added leftover roasted chicken breast slivers to make it a one-dish meal and sauteed slices of leftover baked potato.

America's Test Kitchen's Asparagus and Arugula Salad with Cannellini Beans:

5 T. extra virgin olive oil
1/2 red onion, sliced thin
l lb. asparagus, trimmed and cut on bias in 1-inch lengths
Salt and Pepper
1 can Cannellini beans, rinsed 
2 T. plus 2 t. balsamic vinegar
6 cups baby arugula

1. Heat 2 T. olive oil in nonstick skillet over high heat and add onion and cook until lightly browned, about 1 minute. Add asparagus, 1/4 t. salt and 1/4 t. pepper and cook, stirring, until asparagus is browned and crispy, about 4 minutes. Transfer to bowl, stir in beans, and let cool slightly.

2. Whisk vinegar, 1/4 t. salt and 1/8 t. pepper together in small bowl. Whisking constantly, slowly drizzle in remaining 3 T. oil. Gently toss arugula with 2 T. dressing until coated. Season with salt and pepper to taste. Divide arugula among plates. Toss asparagus mixture with remaining dressing, arrange over arugula and serve. 









22 comments:

  1. This is a perfect post. I can't imagine why a moon would be a different color in one place than another. Could it possibly be that it was hotter always at that time of year where the old house was? Don't moons and evening skies get more colorful when it is hot? I'm probably way off. The Blythe was so very touching. Have you seen this video? https://lettersfromahillfarm.blogspot.com/2018/09/todays-song-and-videothe-cottagers.html
    It has much the same feel as what Blythe was saying. It makes me ache.

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    1. "What others toiled for night and day," shivers here, Nan. Yes, the same thing. But the music is as marvelous as the words. I love this Cotswolds man's story. Thank you for linking to it!

      And I'm guessing that we viewed the Harvest Moon when it was lower on the horizon than we do here, thus the orange color? We did have a true Pink Moon here in April, something that stunned me in its perfection when I first saw it at our Valley View home.

      I love that you felt the same mysterious ache I did!

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    2. Oh, and after listening to his song I recognized exactly why selling Valley View was not heartrending. It was not only going to a couple who loved it, it was staying in the family. Otherwise, how hard it would have been.

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  2. A few days ago, just before the Harvest Moon, our almost full moon was partially shrouded in clouds and had a beautiful pale rainbow colored ring around it.

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    1. I would loved to have seen that, Susie! And you've described it beautifully. Maybe the moon brings out a poetic soul in all of us?

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  3. Oh Dewena...that first picture takes my breath away. It looks so cozy and comfortable. I also can't stay up to see the moon rising but if I happen to get up in the middle of the night (you know why) it will be shining in my bedroom window so I will notice it. My son and his soon to be wife were up this week and they went outside to see the stars. I remember when I used to do that. When did the stars become so ordinary to me?

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    1. Peggy, I just remembered to check for "hidden comments" on my stats page and found your comment, sorry for the delay in publishing it! Wordpress comments often end up there for some reason.

      Now you know that the stars haven't become ordinary to you! Nothing is ordinary to you and your painter's soul. It's just that you're getting to be a little bit like I've been for a long time, a little too weary at night to be traipsing outdoors when a good book or movie before bed is calling my name, feet up preferably. Right?

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    2. I'm so glad that you are checking for my comments. I don't know why they aren't showing up here since I don't seem to have any trouble in other blogs. Might be some glitch on my end? Anyway I almost always comment so I'm glad that you know I'm keeping in touch. Let's hope this one shows.

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    3. I found it! For some reason many Wordpress bloggers' comments aren't sent to my email but end in "waiting for moderation" on my stats page. I doubt if it's anything you're doing. Thank you for persisting!

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  4. I missed it, but saw the moon, still rather large this morning as I headed off to work around 7:15. Something about the moonlight is wonderful. Long ago, before we had street lights, (after the road was widened from 2 to 5 lanes), the moonlight used to shine in our windows. In that same time frame, we used to hear whip-poor-wills, we could leave our doors unlocked and windows open. Times have changed.

    I've saved the salad recipe, that sounds great!

    Have a good week ~ Love to you both ~ FlowerLady

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    1. I haven't heard a whip-poor-will since Girl Scout camp long ago but still remember it. Can you imagine, a time going to bed with the doors unlocked? But at least we experienced that time, Lorraine, unlike the children of today. You have a blessed week too!

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  5. I sang a song once in school. and I can sing it still. though the voice quavers a bit now with age.
    it never fails to bring tears to my eyes. then in school. and ever after! but it also brings a quiet joy too. and your first picture reminded me of it.
    "I rode by a house with the windows lighted up. lookin' brighter than a Christmas tree! I rode by a house where the moon was on the porch.
    and a gal was on her feller's knee...
    and I said to myself as I rode by myself... will there ever be a home for me!
    somewhere? will there ever be a home for me?"
    I don't know who wrote it. but it has never left me. and the picture in this post just brought it all back.
    I have shortened the verse here. but that's the gist of it.
    it's always a glimpse of true happiness. a 'looking in' as it were. and looking in to your beautiful Home Hill is always a treat.
    and the poem you selected for this post is perfect.
    thank you Dewena. xoxo

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    1. Tammy, what a precious song memory that is! That first line--I'm writing that pretty thing down. And to think that you remember it so distinctly. It must have really meant something to you.

      It reminds me so much of the first two episodes I saw Sunday night and last night on PBS of Ken Burns new Country Music documentary. We're both watching them and they have moved us almost to tears, quite unexpectedly I must say. It has captured so poignantly the origins of this music genre that sprung from the hard times people of that time period were going through. RH was especially interested in the history of all the cowboy music, starting in last night's episode with Gene Autry. And of course it was the history of the Carter Family who along with Jimmy Rogers laid the foundation of the music of our region who most interested me, with their family having been customers of ours at the garden center for years.

      Oh, and there was wonderful coverage of a man you and I have talked about before, Bob Willis and his Texas Playboys! I have several of his albums but had never seen film of him and he was such an entertainer, almost the Elvis Presley of early cowboy music.

      But back to the song that you wrote about, don't you think that songs about homes really touch us all? Last night the narrator Peter Coyote, who does a marvelous job just as he did with the Roosevelts, said that Gene Autry's hit Home on the Range, was President FDR's favorite song. And I'd never thought about it but that one too is a yearning for home, even if it was a home without walls.

      But the theme song, Hard Times, almost kept me from going to sleep last night, just could not stop the singing in my mind! "There's a song that will linger forever in our ears, Oh hard times come again no more."

      Well, I'm just a bowlful of mush with that song!

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  6. There is something quite inspiring about the moon, in general, never mind the harvest moon, isn't there? And even though it dramatically lights up the night sky, IT remains deeply mysterious.

    I can't answer your colour queries, Dewena, but I do know that this pure, crystal clear sphere has the power to pierce through my own emotions, as it fixes its gaze on me, in the darkness, and places me in its spotlight, where they safely surface and are seen. So, if I had to attribute a hue to it, without hesitation, it would be 'transparent'.

    Ronald Blythe's tribute to the gorgeous, nocturnal globe is beautiful, and I can relate to it; the nostalgic nod to gratitude for the simple things in life somehow being lost, is sad.

    Your recipe looks and sounds delicious and the beans remind me of mini half moons, each one a morsel of yummy goodness!

    Happy Tuesday, my friend!
    Poppy xoxo

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    1. Poppy, how smart of you to associate the cannellini beans with half moons! And that also made me catch that I left out a few words in the recipe where the beans are added in, I'll go back and correct that.

      One things for sure, we women really are romantics, aren't we, with our love for the moon in the sky? And some men too, certainly Mr. Blythe was. And romance that is a little bit mysterious, a perfect combination. Now I'm wondering where the "man in the moon" originated? I could follow rabbit trails all day on Google if I let myself and I KNOW you're that way too!

      Sweet dreams to you tonight, Poppy!

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    2. Oh my, my research into where the "man in the moon" came from led me to fascinating ancient history. Is the man in the moon Cain, who was banished for killing his brother Abel? Here's a link to it, just in case anyone wonders!

      https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Man_in_the_Moon

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  7. I've always been fascinated with the moon, full or not! I've tried desperately taking pictures of it when it shines brightly through the trees, but to no avail. I know you have to have an expensive camera and special lenses and know what the heck you're doing. Just using a cell phone doesn't cut it. ;-)

    Your salad sounds delicious - thank you for sharing the recipe!

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    1. We've about given up on camera shots too, Melanie. I would ask our son what he does to get such great night shots outside but I probably wouldn't understand a word of it!

      I think you would like the salad. I have to admit that the taste of cannelini beans is not my favorite. I like Great Northern's so much better or kidney or pintos but I'm working on developing a taste for them since they are Mediterranean. Eggplant is a definite no go for me but I am going to try to find some of the little Japanese eggplants at the farmer's market since everyone tells me they're less bitter.

      This afternoon I'm making a pot of minnestroni!

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  8. first off that recipe sounds great! People around here were at the lake taking photos so I saw the moon in photos and it was beautiful. I can't see it from my place - too many trees in the way... I love Neil Young's version of "Harvest Moon" - it's a great song and the parents of the groom (a friend of mine's son ) and my sister's daughter, the bride - had the parents and aunts and uncles dance to it at their wedding. The wedding was at my hosue and we danced on our patio after the wedding. Good memories came up while reading Harvest moon here.

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    1. Now you know I had to listen to your Harvest Moon after you mentioned it, had never heard it before that I can remember but very nice. I can see it being a great wedding song!

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  9. This is such a lovely post, Dewena. When I look at the Harvest Moon, those are moments when I feel so small and yet full at the same time. It feels like a connection to everyone on earth, present and before and yet to come.

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