Day Three Hundred Thirty Five 2012

Goodbye, November, it was nice knowin’ ya.
happy T.G.I.F., y’all!

Day Three Hundred Thirty Four 2012

While raking leaves today, I uncovered this very confused grape hyacinth blooming in the dirt. Another one was sprouting close by it. What’s up with that?

Day Three Hundred Thirty Three 2012

"Yea, I have looked, and seen November there;
The changeless seal of change it seemed to be,
Fair death of things that, living once, were fair;
Bright sign of loneliness too great for me,
Strange image of the dread eternity,
In whose void patience how can these have part,
These outstretched feverish hands, this restless heart?"
~William Morris,  November

Day Three Hundred Thirty Two 2012

"Beautiful soup! Who cares for fish, game or any other dish? Who would not give all else for two pennyworth of beautiful soup?" ~Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland
 "You're through, Soup Nazi. Pack it up. No more soup for you. Next!"~Elaine, in "The Soup Nazi"
  {Crockpot chicken noodle soup for supper. Good stuff.}

Day Three Hundred Thirty One 2012

“Rainy days and Mondays always get me down.” Not really. Mondays don’t bother me much—other than it’s laundry day around my house—and we could use some rain right now. Keeps all those huge piles of leaves on my street from blowing back into the yards. Will the city ever come along and suck them all up? Anyway, you know what gets me down? That song—Rainy Days and Mondays. Karen Carpenter’s voice on this one totally convinces me that she’s having a bad day. She did have a beautiful voice. I had forgotten that she was an exceptional drummer. Have a listen if you’re in the mood.

always gets me down

Day Three Hundred Thirty 2012

Neil and I headed out to the local Christmas tree farm this afternoon, as we usually do the weekend after turkey day. The moon was rising and the sun was setting and the window for tree choosing was rapidly closing. So we set a new record and tagged the second tree that caught our attention before God turned out the lights. This white pine is the chosen one. It’s about nine feet tall. We like it. I think we work better with a deadline looming, so we may wait until sundown again this time next year to tree pick. (Lord willing, of course)

Day Three Hundred Twenty Nine 2012

Supermassive toy explosion. Grandpa is having too much fun. Knox, not so much. He’s running a fever tonight. Not sure what that’s all about. Hope it goes away soon and doesn’t come back. In the meantime, he’s getting ready to knock down that stack of blocks.

Day Three Hundred Twenty Eight 2012

The turkey and dressing are but a sweet memory.

Grandson Knox says, “Happy TGIF, everybody!”

Day Three Hundred Twenty Seven 2012

Thank You For The Food Before Us, The Family Beside Us, And The Love Between Us.

My sister Jane, her husband Don, and their daughters Sarah and Julia, hosted our fabulous Thanksgiving meal this year. It was scrumptious and decadent. We stuffed ourselves and enjoyed every bite.

My sister Jane—the Hostess With The Most-est! Everything was perfect. Thanks so much for the hard work you all put into this dinner/get together. Now go fill up your plate!

I am blessed with the best family anyone could ever ask for.  Back row from left: Alex Mabry (nephew), Terry Sissom (brother in law), Julia Foy (niece), Elijah Myers (grandson), Sarah Foy (niece), Shelby Myers (granddaughter), Ann Sissom (sister), and Don Foy (brother in law). Front row from left: my hubby Neil, Kerry Kimbrough (son in law), Kelly Kimbrough (daughter), Jerry Myers (son in law), Knox Kimbrough (grandson), Holly Myers (daughter), and Jane Foy (sister). 

"Give me the end of the year an' its fun
When most of the plannin' an' toilin' is done;
Bring all the wanderers home to the nest,
Let me sit down with the ones I love best,
Hear the old voices still ringin' with song,
See the old faces unblemished by wrong,
See the old table with all of its chairs
An' I'll put soul in my Thanksgivin' prayers." ~Edgar A. Guest, Thanksgiving

Day Three Hundred Twenty Six 2012

What a beautiful November afternoon to go for a stroll! Grandson Knox thinks so, too.

"Now shall I walk
or shall I ride?
"Ride," Pleasure said:
"Walk," Joy replied.
- W.H. Davies

Day Three Hundred Twenty Five 2012

The first grade classes at grandson Elijah’s school performed a Thanksgiving play this morning. We really enjoyed it. Elijah is the Pilgrim in the top row looking at Granny’s camera.

Pilgrim Elijah—hunter of turkeys.

Student Elijah at his desk in his classroom, wishing he could leave school early today. No deal on that one, but at least he has a three day Thanksgiving vacation, plus the weekend, to look forward to. Sweet!

Day Three Hundred Twenty Four 2012

The sun shines and warms and lights us and we have no curiosity to know why this is so; but we ask the reason of all evil, of pain, and hunger, and mosquitoes and silly people. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson

Day Three Hundred Twenty Three 2012

Sometimes, on the walk around the block of life…..

…..you have to stop and tie your shoe.

Day Three Hundred Twenty Two 2012

KNOX AND CROCKS





Grandson Knox and his mommy Kelly are here to visit for Thanksgiving week. Turned loose at Granny’s house, he loves to roam and is tempted to examine/play with/have anything that is not one of his toys. Such as Granny’s crocks (and Grandpa’s movie theater popcorn bucket). How much fun is that? Tons and tons, from the looks of it.

Day Three Hundred Twenty One 2012

PEEPS ON A TRAMPOLINE, PART 2





The grand peeps were back outside on the trampoline again this afternoon after school, busting some moves in the chilly air, which is better than sitting inside in front of the TV. At least this time I managed to grab my “real” camera and get some non-blurry shots. I cringe when they do their flips. I can’t help it. But it’s fun to watch them having fun.
Happy TGIF, y’all!

Day Three Hundred Twenty 2012

PEEPS ON A TRAMPOLINE








Grandpeeps Shelby and Elijah ventured outside after school this chilly afternoon and spent some time jumping, flipping, whirling, twirling, hand standing, and cartwheeling on the trampoline. My little cell phone camera couldn’t keep up with them.

Day Three Hundred Nineteen 2012

Today I saw a red and yellow sunset and thought, how insignificant I am! Of course, I thought that yesterday too, and it rained.
~Woody Allen

Day Three Hundred Eighteen 2012

With every deed you are sowing a seed, though the harvest you may not see. 
~Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Day Three Hundred Seventeen 2012

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KELLY!

My firstborn, Kelly, celebrates her 36th birthday today. She’s nearly one year old in this picture, feeding her baby doll a graham cracker. Now she’s the grown up mother of her own almost one year old son. I can see a lot of him in her in this picture. Happy Birthday with love and hugs, Kelly. You will always be a precious blessing in my life.

Day Three Hundred Sixteen 2012

Thank you, American Veterans, who fought in my place so I can be free. Thanks to all our service men and women who are currently serving. God bless all of you and especially those who are in harm’s way. God Bless America! We need You more than ever.

Day Three Hundred Fifteen 2012

It’s that time of year. Can’t put it off any longer. Well, we could, but it just makes the job bigger and more time consuming.

Neil and I spent the whole afternoon doing this. Nice day for it, too. So much easier to rake when the leaves are dry and crisp.

And although most of our trees are bare….

….the neighborhood is filled with these huge yellow Maples—like the one next door—which are the last to turn and drop their leaves. I hope they stay put for a while longer. So pretty!

Almost gone.

FYI: we experienced an earthquake late this morning. What a strange feeling when the house is shaking under my feet and over my head. It lasted at my house for maybe ten seconds with a small aftershock. Apparently the 4.3 quake originated in southeastern Kentucky and was felt in at least 8 states. Or so I’ve heard. No damage here. What a wild ride! But nothing I’d care to repeat.
Happy Saturday to you and yours!