Day Two Hundred Eighty Eight

Today was the first day Shelby and Elijah have stayed at my house since last Friday. So we hung out and ate Gala apple slices, all cold and crunchy, and watched some Spongebob.

Shelby decided her hair would look better with some pink and silver streaks. Stylin.

Elijah also decided that his hair would look better with some pink streaks. Way cool. Then Elijah watched some Scooby Doo on the computer, while Shelby and I got half way through 'Twilight' before Holly came to pick them up. We may finish watching it tomorrow. We may not. You never know what a Friday might bring.

Day Two Hundred Eighty Seven

Red berries on the Dogwood tree were a stand out this gloomy afternoon.

Day Two Hundred Eighty Six

Each day just goes so fast. I turn around it's passed. You don't get time to hang a sign on me .....
'Love You To' ~ George Harrison

Got together for lunch with Mom, sisters, brother, nephew and nieces at Mom's place today. Ann, Ken, and Mom get ready to dig in.

Julia, Jane, and Ann caught in the act of some serious chowing down.

Ken and Chris share some laughs, while Sarah gets ready to pop open the pudding cup. We always have a great time getting together for lunch with Mom, especially during the school breaks. We laughed and cried and laughed some more and sang Beatles' tunes and ate Mom's left over cake she didn't eat because it had too much icing. Go figure. It all just goes so fast ... Good times, great memories!

Day Two Hundred Eighty Five

Indian corn is one of the best things about Autumn. My favorite is the variegated. I love all those purples, reds, and oranges.

Flint corn (usually of the yellow or white variety) is what is used for popcorn, and its flour is used to make tortillas. (I learned that just now because I Googled it.) I've had all of my Indian corn for years and years. I've learned to totally seal the box I store it in. Otherwise, hungry rodents manage to find it. One year I stashed a wreath made of Indian corn in the attic, failing to seal it inside a box. By the next Autumn, all that was left of the wreath was the naked corn cobs. Had a good laugh over that. But lesson learned.

Day Two Hundred Eighty Four

I got my pumpkin people out of the attic yesterday. It's just not October without them. I bought these at the Museum of Appalachia's homecoming several years ago, different years. The Museum of Appalachia is in Norris, Tennessee. They had their 30th annual homecoming this weekend--always in October. Wish I could have gone. Here is the link if you'd like to check it out sometime: http://www.museumofappalachia.org/