Day Three Hundred Twenty 2013

Ever Lovin’ Saturday













Lazy windy gray Saturday. Good day to read and rake a few leaves and make some stew and hang out with peeps. How was your day?

Day Three Hundred Eighteen 2013

Another golden November day ~ the Autumn leaves are fading fast.

"The spirits of the air live on the smells
Of fruit; and joy, with pinions light, roves round
The gardens, or sits singing in the trees."
Thus sang the jolly Autumn as he sat;
Then rose, girded himself, and o'er the bleak
Hills fled from our sight; but left his golden load."
~William Blake, To Autumn

Day Three Hundred Twelve 2013

Random Pics Of Autumn Beauty And Blessings From The Week That Was ~ HAPPY TGIF!













Is not this a true autumn day? Just the still melancholy that I love — that makes life and nature harmonize. The birds are consulting about their migrations, the trees are putting on the hectic or the pallid hues of decay, and begin to strew the ground, that one's very footsteps may not disturb the repose of earth and air, while they give us a scent that is a perfect anodyne to the restless spirit. Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.    
~George Eliot, letter to Miss Lewis, 1st October 1841

Day Three Hundred Eight 2013

“Never jump into a pile of leaves with a wet sucker.”   ~Charles M. Schulz

There is not a child on this planet who can resist jumping into a pile of Autumn leaves. Grandson Knox had a great time this morning doing just that. Mostly, he liked slogging through the pile and picking up armloads of the leaves and throwing them. No wet suckers involved. Just a ton o’ fun.

Day Three Hundred Two 2013

The leaves in my neck of the woods seem to be taking their time changing colors. That’s OK. Once they turn, they fall. I’m so not looking forward to bare tree season.

Day Two Hundred Eighty Six 2013

“I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.”
~L.M. Montgomery,  Anne of Green Gables


Perfect weather for a walk around the neighborhood today

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!

Day Three Hundred Eleven 2012

"November's sky is chill and drear,
November's leaf is red and sear."
- Sir Walter Scott

Day Three Hundred Six 2012

GRAND PEEPS Are Grand!


In keeping with the Halloween season, grand daughter Shelby’s 6th grade class studied Mexico’s Day of the Dead. They held a contest with the class voting on who was the most creative in coloring a Day of the Dead skull. Shelby won! She picked out this prize—a heart with a skull on it that says Besame which is ‘kiss me’ in Spanish. Way to go, Shelby!

"The joy of grandchildren is measured in the heart."  ~Author Unknown