Daily Cascade

The Yarn of the Farmer in Me

Prompt:
October 12th is celebrated as Universal Music Day, National Chess Day, International Astronomy Day, National Savings Day, National Gumbo Day, National Farmer's Day, National Vermont Day, National Free Thought Day and I Love Yarn Day. Pick one, two or all and discuss them in your entry today.

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Wikipedia says, "October 12 is the 285th day of the year (286th in leap years) in the Gregorian calendar; 80 days remain until the end of the year." Also this, "1773 – America's first insane asylum opens. 1792 – The first celebration of Columbus Day is held in New York City."

My attention, however, first jumped to the "I Love Yarn Day" on the prompt's list. Yes, who doesn't like yarn! I mean, though, not the actual woolen or acrylic or cotton kind, but the making up stories kind. This may be because I can sort of knit and crochet if only I'm doing the same-stitch kind of a project. Talk about alternating the kinds of stitches plus doing that counting-stitches thing...Eeek! I'd rather count the hairs on my head.

Another October 12 celebration that got to me in a nice way is the National Farmer's Day. I always wanted to live on a farm and work the ground. Unfortunately, fate had cast me to big cities and I couldn't fight against fate.

I would so love that farm-to-table farming practices of the old days. I did that in a miniscule scale, however, when we lived on Long Island in a house that was on two acres. We had seven apple trees and a couple of other fruit trees. Plus, I worked a large vegetable garden adjacent to my rose garden, in which I had 55 rose bushes. One year, I managed to get five different kinds of roses on one bush by grafting and I was quite successful that spring. Unfortunately, since the winter was so cold the next year, the bush almost died. I could save the bush early at the end of February by cutting it down to a very small size, but the grafting evaporated and the bush stayed small until we sold the place and moved down south.

After that, my weird longing for a farm evolved into going to a farmer's market, if any such thing took place close to where I live. When we moved into our house here, a few temporary farmstands were around for a short time, but now, any of the places where the farmers' goods were sold eventually gave way to commercial malls and residential areas. I must have brought with me the fate or, maybe, the curse of the big-city living.

So much for October 12. I think my entries into my blog here are turning into answers for Carl Jung's shadow-work questions.