Happy Thanksgiving, Canada!

Yesterday afternoon we were able to get Nan out of the house for a few hours to do some leaf peeping. John drove and Nan sat atop her front seat cushion in the hopes that we could raise her wee little self high enough so that she could see. I sat in back and every so often saw that golden moment — that "glory in it all" view. I yelped. John braked. Thankfully, no one was behind us. This is one of the scenes all taken in a 270º arc.

A lower field overlooking the White Mountains to the west.

Just to the right, the farm house.

To the right of that, the road.

And across the street, my chariot awaits.

Happy Thanksgiving weekend to all my Canadian blogging buds! I hope that you are in the midst of wonderful preparations and plans and that many of you have family and friends who will join you at your table to give thanks once again this year. Lovella shared a wonderful heartfelt message right here about giving thanks in challenging times. It blessed me to pieces and I know that it will bless you, too.

Red Leaves and White Birches

There was just something about those vivid red leaves and that white birch...



You've come a long way, Baby! Happy Birthday!




Have a happy weekend, Dear Ones!

ETA for clarity's sake: Baby photo is of darling daughter at 6 months of age.
The bottom photo, which was first posted here, is also of my darling daughter playing with her nephews (and my grands) on my parents' back lawn.

It's Not Number One Observatory Circle

President Abraham Lincoln had a vice-president who hailed from Maine. This is his home. I don't believe that that's his vehicle. Ha!



(As you can see, I've been playing with settings. Which do you prefer?)

It was beautiful there yesterday afternoon. I hope to take my grandmother on a drive there soon; she'll enjoy getting out to see the beautiful colors.

Thank you all for your kind comments yesterday. We'll have ourselves as good a time as we can without wearing my poor nan out. You all have a wonderful week as well. I'll be sneaking in to visit you as I am able. As for my blog, I'll have a picture here and there to post.

The Grands in Autumn

"Cumpkins, cumpkins, cumpkins!" was the cry as my daughter-in-law set my grandson down at the pumpkin patch. Then "Twenty, twenty, twenty!" as he ran around trying to comprehend the vast numbers of them. Since he can count to 20, repeating that number over and over became his best attempt to count them all. At some point, he decided that pumpkins were edible in their natural state and was quite disappointed to discover otherwise; at least, for little boys.

You'd think that my son could handle the yardwork. No, he has the wee one doing it! Hmmmm, wonder if I can borrow that child for a day.

Tomorrow begins another week caring for my grandmother. My parents are returning to Canada to enjoy Thanksgiving there with family and friends. I had no idea that we would be called upon in October so find myself looking for God in the interruption. Anyway, if posts are sporadic or absent altogether, you'll know what happened to me.

Catch you as I can...

Pumpkins On a Canoe Ride

Is it Monday already? Where'd the weekend go so fast?

I know! This is what happens when someone spends all day Saturday buried in the garage; I'm sharing before and after pictures at the end of this post.

We're in an unsettled weather pattern, which means angry clouds can scuttle in at any time producing showers that come and go quickly. In spite of them, we were able to go for a drive yesterday afternoon to enjoy the foliage. Here are two of my favorite shots.

What's not to appreciate about pumpkins going for a canoe ride or a big red barn?

The next two are not one bit pretty, but to me they are a thrill. I'm still grinning every time I enter the garage. Any time that the garage is reserved for vehicles instead of just stuff, I am happy. All of those things in the back left corner are awaiting a trip to my sister's so that whole corner will be cleared soon.





Hope that you can tell the before and after on your own because Blogger, as per usual, is being a pain in the keister. And, on that cheerful note, I bid you all a Good Day! :D

A Clean Heart

I awoke with this song playing in my thoughts, a good way to start the day it was, too.

Create in Me a Clean Heart, O God,
And renew a right spirit within me...

Enjoy a wonderful Sunday, Dear Ones.