Sunday, September 21, 2008

Autumn TEA webshow

Come visit The Eclectic Artisans @ 9am on the 22nd (or there abouts) for an Autumn themed webshow. You'll also see a few Christmas items! I will have another stacked set of glass glitter pumpkins. These come with a display stand.

{SOLD! ~ thank you!}

by: James Whitcomb Riley (1849-1916)

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's the times 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 blossums 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 over-head!--
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 celler-floor in red and yeller heaps;
And your cider-makin' 's over, and your wimmern-folks is through
With their mince and apple-butter, and theyr souse and saussage, too! ...
I don't know how to tell it--but ef sich 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!


  1. Interesting poem- makes me want to sit out on the front porch and play the fiddle with a piece of straw between my teeth! What a vivid picture of autumn! Happy First Day of Fall!

  2. PS Your stacked glass glitter pumpkins are GORGEOUS- love 'em!

  3. All sorts of wonderful Autumn goodies.But what really has my heart aflutter is the Portraits, Poppets and Playthings... I can hardly wait!
    The table your hubby made is gorgeous, the grain of the wood beautiful, it will be a family heirloom.
    xo Susan

  4. Beautiful poem and FANTASTIC pumpkins.


  5. Your stacked set of glass glitter pumpkins is simply beautiful!

  6. Love the pumpkins - lucky girl who purchased them! They will look great in any room. Sweet - heavenly- Autumn.....