At the lake

Baseball?

Jamie Comes to Visit

On our way to the pumpkin patch!

We had to do a lot of running. Unfortunately the pumpkin patch was full of predators and we were herbivores. Scary stuff.

Jamie said he wanted a pumpkin as big as the car, but when it came time to choose he went for the small ones. Easier to carry!

heh

One of Grandma Frey's favorite poems

A Vagabond Song

There is something in the autumn that is native to my blood—

Touch of manner, hint of mood;

And my heart is like a rhyme,

With the yellow and the purple and the crimson keeping time.

  

The scarlet of the maples can shake me like a cry

Of bugles going by.

And my lonely spirit thrills

To see the frosty asters like a smoke upon the hills.

  

There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir;

We must rise and follow her,

When from every hill of flame

She calls and calls each vagabond by name.

-- Bliss Carman

Murphy and Murphy Builders

Heat!

Update: Enlarge this photo and look at all those parts and pieces and wires and tubes. Dad did every bit of every one of them, wiring, plumbing, fastening, testing, rethinking, repairing, thinking again, making it work. He's been working on it for weeks, and as a result, the house is now toasty warm and so is the water, in a much more efficient and sensible system than what we had before. Those four green doohickeys to the right of the boiler are circulators, making zones: basement, first floor, second floor, hot water.  Off to the right where you can't see them are the hot water heater and the sump pump, also entirely tamed and tailored by Dad. What's more, Dad made Culligan keep coming back until the new water system now actually works and we have fresh, clear, tannin-free, iron-free, tasty water. He's a whirlwind!

Yes, that's Mom. With a Sawzall.

That's Mom, too!  (:

Chaos.

Stairs.

Buh-bye, carpet.