Saturday, November 15, 2014

November Saturday

I love it when the Saratoga Farmers' Market moves to its winter quarters at the Lincoln Baths in Saratoga Spa State Park. It is so much more convenient for me and the parking is a lot easier, too.
This crisp Saturday morning, Balet Farms was still braving the outdoors, displaying their seasonal florals. How pretty and simple for Thanksgiving is this arrangement of fresh greens and colorful gourds, above, all locally grown.
Dried hydrangea blossoms glowed pink in this handmade wreath, for indoors or out.

Inside the building, there was a bountiful and colorful array of seasonal foods. I love winter root vegetables. I think that is in my Northern DNA. These got me thinking: soups, stews, casseroles au gratin, oven-roasted ...
I bought crusty bread, above, from the brick oven baker in Shushan. It looks and smells awesome.

The charming French farmer from Longlesson Farm was there, selling their grass-fed Angus beef and free-range chickens. I splurged and bought a beautiful piece of beef to grill. It will go quite nicely with the fresh Brussels sprouts and tiny yellow potatoes I picked up at other nearby stalls.

Not all of the market's products are edible, although this yarn looked good enough to eat. Blind Buck Farm was offering these lovely skeins of kettle-dyed yarn. Wool like this is not cheap, but oh my, what a lovely "hand" (feel) it has. Must. Not. Buy more yarn.

I am a sucker for homemade lavender soap, but with a nod to frugality, I resisted today. Just.

In the early afternoon, the Handsome Husband and I took the dogs and headed north to yet another area state park, this time Moreau Lake. We haven't had an awful lot of rain this fall, so the lake's water level was down a bit. This meant there was enough "beach" that we could walk all the way around the lake's edge. We did get muddy feet at a couple of spots, but the view was worth it and the dogs had fun.

Near the water's edge, these wild grapes were plentiful, even now in mid-November. How is it that the critters haven't polished these off yet?

That's an active beaver lodge in the center of adjacent Mud Pond of the back bay of Moreau Lake. (Thank you, Jackie D., for the correction.)

Below, Moreau Lake was full of migrating ducks and Canada geese. After a meal and some rest, most of these birds will be moving on to warmer climes. Sometimes a few ducks stick around through the winter months, but never the geese, at least not that I have seen.

But while they are here, they provide a peaceful scene to look upon. The occasional vocalizations of the geese, calling back and forth, are the very sound of autumn, part warning, part farewell.

Across the evening sky, all the birds are leaving
But how can they know it's time for them to go?
Before the winter fire, I will still be dreaming
I have no thought of time

For who knows where the time goes?
Who knows where the time goes?

Sad, deserted shore, your fickle friends are leaving
Ah, but then you know it's time for them to go
But I will still be here, I have no thought of leaving
I do not count the time

For who knows where the time goes?
Who knows where the time goes?

And I am not alone while my love is near me
I know it will be so until it's time to go
So come the storms of winter and then the birds in spring again
I have no fear of time

                      ~Who Knows Where The Time Goes? Lyrics - Sandy Denny