Det var håslått, skulestart og sauesanking. Og regn. Men no er siste sauen heime, det har slutta å regne for nokre dagar og i natt hadde vi første skikkelege frostnatta. Når sola har fått tine rimen, får vi sjå om georginene og skaugumplantene greidde seg. Dersom ikkje, må eg grave opp knollane i dag. Men tamblåbæra er framleis uforskamma gode uansett.
When I was a young man courting the girls
I played me the waiting game
If a maid refused me with a tossing curls, oh,
I let the old earth, take a couple of whirls
While I plied her with tears in prays of pearls
And as time came around she came my way
As time came around she came
Oh, it’s a long, long while
From May to December,
But the days grow short
When you reach September.
When the autumn weather
Turns the leaves to flame
One hasn’t got time
For the waiting game.
Oh the days dwindle down
To a precious few
September
November
And these few precious days
I’ll spend with you.
These precious days
I’ll spend with you
Lou Reed synger Kurt Weill. Høst.