Sunday, October 18, 2015
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!
Monday, October 12, 2015
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
Saturday, October 10, 2015
|Yes, that's Mom. With a Sawzall.|
|That's Mom, too! (:|