The Seasons: A Poem

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Sunrise over Amazing Grasses Family Farm The mad Artist wields His brush, Painted colors rush, To life and give flush, Before the quiet autumn hush. The life seems to pour, As colors fall to the floor, To be seen no more, Outside the dark, grey door. Brightness from below, Sun upon the snow, High, cold clouds blow, Flakes and ice appear to grow. The man melts with little seen, Underneath, pale, grey green, Hides life in dark unseen, Waits for warmth and to careen. Buds on branches show, Patience starts to grow, Trickles, streams and veins flow, Bringing fruits of melted snow. Sprung to life it springs, Bees, birds, sound rings, Lush green flings, Its gift bounty brings. Green growth gives one last rush, Underneath the Painter's brush. The mad Artist wields His brush, before the quiet autumn hush. More poetry is available from James M. Hahn in  The Last Dragon and Other Poems  available now. My new book of cryptogram puzzles " Secret Messages from the Saints " is avai
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Autumn Red Ale Creation

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A new creation for the fall. Think of the crisp air with a hint of wood smoke as brightly colored leaves float gently to the ground. Imagine yourself sitting by an open fire wrapped in a blanket with a nice pint of Autmn Red Ale. I would also enjoy a nicely packed pipe and a crowd of good friends. Enjoy the creation of the Autumn Red Ale....

All the wonderful ingredients: grains, light malt extract, hops, and yeast. Oh yeah, and water (not pictured)
Like a heavenly tea the grains are steeped in hot water for about an hour with the next two pictues being the result.





Add the hops!!!!




These grains won't go to waste. We'll use them in bread, mufins, pizza dough, etc..

After the final dose of hops and after cooking for an hour it's time for an ice bath to cool the wort to a reasonable temperature before we add that wonderful creation called yeast.
Stay tuned for more on this Autumn treat.







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