Kopli honey beehives and a thoughtful beekeeper
I have never seen Estonian people more colorful than during the autumn when it rains. Usually the dark gray and black street scene turns into a play of colors with the arrival of a drizzle. Yellow rubber boots or even red ones are pulled on under the gray coat…. Pop and pop, the shadows with wonderful patterns open up.
Outside, people are in autumn beauty , but the songs are also sadder, beautiful sad. You can feel the coming of cold and darkness. It can be felt that the time of colors is coming to an end and a new more domestic, colder and darker time is ahead.
Before we get to cozy evenings in the warmth of the fireplace, we go through one more phase, the ´´squirrel phase´´. In autumn, people are caught in a collecting frenzy. Everyone goes to pick mushrooms in their hotly kept secret groves, mushrooms are later salted and pickled, dried and frozen. Piles of apples become jams and juices. The last green herbs are picked from the beds - lavender and peppermints are hung as garlands over the stove to dry.
Drying garlands from the beds of the roof garden - mint, marigold, iron grass
We won't stop until the cupboards and bed bases are filled to the brim with cans and paper bags and grandmother's wisdom "what the garden has given must be put in a jar" has been fully followed. This is a collection of longing.
Longing for colors.
Longing for domestic and fresh flavors.
Longing for light.
Longing for ancestors and tradition.
Longing for being one with nature.
Autumn darkness brings with it more being at home, togetherness and presence, peace and longing. A gloomy evening is the right time to find applesauce under the bed and put a pot of herbal tea on the hearth.
Text: Krõõt Saar