Day Three Hundred Twenty Nine

Little Things

There are so many things I'm thankful for in my life. Today I was especially thankful for Mrs. Smith's pies, ready to bake and tasting just as good or better than anything I could make from scratch. What a great time saver. Sometimes it's the little things. Wishing everyone a very happy Thanksgiving!

Day Three Hundred Twenty Eight

This Cat's A Real Swinger

I was walking around the back yard just as the sun was going down and came upon Eddie on the tree swing. I thought it was funny, but I wish I'd caught him in better light. I've never seen a cat on a swing.

I'll try to get a video next time he does it (if he ever does). The swing was actually swinging and spinning around with him on it. It was my laugh for the day. The pictures don't do it justice.

Day Three Hundred Twenty Seven

Shake It Up!

Elijah Man + Arby's Vanilla Shake = Smiley Face! We don't usually get to hang out on a Monday, but due to a family emergency, he landed at Granny's house this morning. (His cousin had to have an emergency appendectomy.) So we just did our thing a couple of days early. Love you, 'lija man!

Day Three Hundred Twenty Six

A Little Heavy Reading

I just started reading Stephen King's new novel, 'Under The Dome'. It's the longest novel he's written since 'The Stand' and maybe 'The Green Mile'. As you can see, it's nearly two and a half inches thick (about two and a quarter), 1,072 pages, and it weighs a little over three pounds. (Ask me how I know.) I think it's going to be good. I always seem to have a stack of books to read on this table by my little spot in the universe. I'm at various points in each of these books, but if the King novel gets really good, these others may have to wait a little longer for me to finish. It's fun getting lost in somebody else's universe.

Day Three Hundred Twenty Five

My Big Back Yard (And Front Yard) Meanderings

Where have all the flowers gone? Dead Dahlias tell no lies.

I was surprised to find this one tiny little yellow rosebud blooming among the shriveled up brown things.

Eddy usually accompanies me along my meanderings around the yard. He was in attack mode today.

I think this is called Pampas grass. It's really pretty in the Fall when it starts to bend toward the ground and get all curly. The white fluffy curly stuff gets all over your clothes when you rub up against it. Ask me how I know.

Buried treasure. Not really. I saw a piece of glass sticking out of the dirt where one of the boxwood bushes used to be next to the porch. It's a piece of a forgotten wind chime that fell apart a very long time ago.

View from the front porch swing this afternoon.

The gnarly orange pumpkin, along with my Cinderella pumpkins, are still hanging in there on the front porch. They usually give up by March.

Parting shot. Eddie Kitty is but an orange blur as he streaks past me, heading toward the kitchen and the food bowl. Eddie says goodbye. For now.