Day Three Hundred Two 2012

Autumn Postcards From My House









Do you see the bird?



"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

Day Three Hundred One 2012

"Winter is cold-hearted.
Spring is yea and nay,
Autumn is a weather-cock,
Blown every way.
Summer days for me.
When every leaf is on its tree."
- Christina Rossetti

Day Three Hundred 2012

Flea Market

Here’s one for Mom and Jane.

Can’t escape politics. Even at the flea market.

Neil bought this thing. It is creepy. I don’t know what he plans to do with it.

Santas were all over the place today.

This was probably the strangest thing I saw all day. He must be so embarrassed.

Frank N. Stein

She’s 2 kewl 4 skewl.

This looked like a cross between ‘Jaws’ and the spider in Stephen King’s ‘It’. It was made out of dried gourds.

Just so you know…..

Now!

I imagine this hanging in some church on the Gulf Coast.

After the flea market, we dropped in to visit grandson Knox and daughter Kelly.

If you received a call from Neil’s cell phone this afternoon, this is why.

Knox got a kick out of listening to Grandpa’s cell phone ring tones which kept him distracted while his mom shoveled food into his mouth. We enjoyed our visit as always. Good time Friday.
Happy TGIF!

Day Two Hundred Ninety Nine 2012

I love the leaves

I do not know why.

Is it their colors or how they fly?

They crunch and crinkle under my feet.

I pile them up

and take a leap!
~Beth Paulsen

Day Two Hundred Ninety Eight 2012

Grandpeeps Elijah and Shelby hanging out with the scarecrow that Shelby named Jeff. Jeff has been around every Autumn since Shelby was four years old, and each year we take a picture. The tradition continues this year as well. Jeff never grows up, however, these two are, all too quickly.

"No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face."

~John Donne