
After the harvest comes the pressing, the fermenting, the ripening and then … Don’t you think he is thinking of exactly that?

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to be harvested? (not the soylent green way, though) “LORD, WHAT CAN THE HARVEST HOPE FOR, IF NOT THE CARE OF THE REAPER MAN?”Terry Pratchett, Reaper Man (For those who don’t know – DEATH on the Discworld always speaks in capital letters to convey the … Continue reading Are You Prepared
Photos for Lens-Artists Last Chance Challenge. Not necessarily worse than other photos – they just couldn’t find their niche. Oh, look! A sculpture of my brain! Diana deserves an appearance because I have shown her ravished face and figure before – but she has had … Continue reading Odds and Ends


The farmer with the sickle and the sheaf of spikes of wheat is one of four figures at the bottom of the fountain on the market place in Bensheim. St George, the patron saint of the town, and his dragon form the centre piece on top of a column.
Linked to the Ragtag Daily Prompt: Harvest.

For One Word Sunday: Earth. More earthy photos can be found here.
The ripe grapes, soon to be made into wine, embody autumn for me. The first sweet grape must is being sold in open bottles (since the bottles would explode if they were firmely corked), soon to turn cloudy when fermentation sets in. I love it at all the different stages before it is left to mature under the watchful eye of vintners. The German term for harvesting grapes is actually “herbsten” which is related to “Herbst”, meaning autumn or fall.
The title is taken from one of the most famous poems about autumn in German, by Rainer Maria Rilke:
Befiel den letzten Früchten voll zu sein;
gib ihnen noch zwei südlichere Tage,
dränge sie zur Vollendung hin und jage
die letzte Süße in den schweren Wein.
Command the last fruits to be ripe;
Grant them another two more southern days,
Press them to ripeness, and with power
Drive final sweetness to the heavy grape.
for the A Photo a Week Challenge: Signs of fall