Day Three Hundred Thirty Six 2012

Well, it's a marvelous night for a moondance  
~Van Morrison

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.}