Friday, October 12, 2018

It Was A Gift of a Day

So it was my daughter's birthday and, though the family had gathered to celebrate a few days early, she agreed to my plan for lunch on her actual day. Because she works full time and is taking three classes this semester, I wanted to keep it short and sweet so that she would have time for her schoolwork. I met her at her new home and we went out for lunch in her hometown.



At least two of the mums there were birthday gifts. And her front door swag is also a birthday gift from her friend Lindsay. I think Lindsay nailed it as far as Laurel's colors go.



The tree below is the one being reflected above.


Main Street

Just up the street from our restaurant


After our meal, I was chatting away like a magpie when Laurel took a different turn and soon we were off on a sightseeing tour. What a pleasant surprise! If you read this blog in autumn, you may remember that this is something Laurel and I have done each year for a few now.


Above us an eagle swooped and swirled on the thermals. Okay, you may have to trust me on this one.


On and on we went, one beautiful scene after the next.







Through small towns...




and back out into the countryside.


Along the river




and past the pond



until we had come full circle. 

The only picture of the birthday girl

It was her birthday and she gave me the best gift of all: Time.  Thank you, Darling Girl! What a beautiful day it was.



P.S. This will probably end my foliage reports as the rain came and has taken many of our leaves. Now I'm counting on you to share your scenery!










Saturday, October 6, 2018

Foliage Report

It's a fun weekend as I am preparing for Laurel's birthday. (Laurel is my daughter.) I was up early and off to do my errands. On the advice of Pam (Playing With My Camera), who on Instagram reminds us to get out and enjoy the scenery, I remembered to grab the camera on the way out the door.

I am told that we are in peak week; I am not buying it. There are glimpses of color hither and yon, but we have much more to come. I soon discovered that I would not be able to pull the car over every few seconds to capture the sights. So, on the way back from "the city, " I decided to pull into the cemetery and check on my secret stash of bittersweet. Here are a few of the photos I took standing along the fence looking down into the ravine and around the cemetery. 

~one drives between and beneath those trees to enter~


~My feet got wet...the things I do for this blog~


~Ravine View~


 ~Crimson is my favorite~








~lots of green~


~pops of color in between~








~ketchup mustard relish tree...
I should come up with something more romantic~


~too green bittersweet~ 


~Home Again~

I am glad that we have more color to look forward to. Perhaps peak is a few more days, even a week, away. How goes it in your corner?

Thanks for visiting!









Saturday, September 29, 2018

A Little Picture Story in Autumn


Hi! Nice to see you. 

It's time to share some puttering and I promise I won't chat your ear off. Just a little picture story with captions. 

One more thing, this is not to be confused with a house or yard tour. I don't even attempt to do those anymore. I have embarrassed myself one too many times. 😥

~Summer Flowers Hanging On~

~Tired and Leggy~


~Ahhh, that's better...I have plans for the toolbox...stay with me~

~Yes, I climbed the ladder to do this!~


~Very Simple~

~Neighbor is busy doing yard cleaning (and chucking it into the ravine) and I should be, too~


~This corner needs a do-over~


~See, I told ya!~

~The Bigger Picture~

Thanks for stopping by. Now I really should get down to business because I am just goofing off. ッ Have a great weekend!



Monday, September 24, 2018

What Comes After

Autumn has always been my favorite season and I know that many of those who read here share the enthusiasm; however, this year, I began to dread the mere thought of autumn. Because, with thoughts of pumpkins, apples, fires, leaves, and crisp, golden days comes the thought of what comes after. And what comes after has been so vile, so difficult, so obnoxious that the mere thought of it sends a chill up my spine. If I were speaking metaphorically, this may also have something to do with my growing older and now having definitely become old. (To those who wish to admonish me with the classic "you're only as old as you feel" line, I have felt old since I was six. Nothing particularly new here. ☺)

~Fryeburg Fair 2013~

I have been trying to think how to better survive what comes after. One must, after all, prepare well in advance. Ordinarily, this would mean preparing the pantry with comfort foods and making certain that the garage is winter functional...it isn't yet...and buttoning up the house. Then some new bedding might be in order and a way to avoid having to go out. 

When my hometown family went to New Brunswick for a week and I began to look after the grandkitties, I noticed that a whole lot of packages were arriving. I'd haul them inside and that was that until I had to question the number of them upon their return.

My daughter-in-law explained that she had had quite enough of schlepping when Wal*Mart had a perfectly lovely app and that she could order many of her favorite and needed items online and they would be delivered free for a purchase of so much...not that much either. So I asked "schlepping?" And she said, "You know, you have to drive to get to the store and you haul the item from the shelf and drag it all around the store with you and then you put it on the belt and put it back into your cart and then haul it out to your car and put it into your trunk and then you drag it home and haul it out of the trunk and into the house." She added that ordering online meant that all you did was drag it into your house. 

Obviously, that eliminates a whole lot of schlepping. Well, when she put it that way, the light went on immediately.
💡💡💡
So I downloaded the app, set up  my account, and had a fine time receiving my packages without ANY schlepping until the day the delivery truck backed into my house. 

Arrrrgh!

There went all my dreams of hunkering down until spring. 

I need to remember this:

Take therefore no thought for the morrow: for the morrow shall take thought for the things of itself. Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof. 

Matthew 6:34


So it's back to schlepping for me. I have had zero success with my insurance, the delivery service employed by Wal*Mart or with Wal*Mart itself. Who knows the final chapter of this story... (Personally, I think I'm biting this one.)

The End








Wednesday, August 29, 2018

Closet Explosion

Today when I was out running trash to the transfer station and picking up tomatoes at the farm stand, I noticed all kinds of activity. My neighbor at the end of the street was sitting under her tree reading a Bible; a blonde wearing the biggest pair of sunglasses ever and a large smile was driving her convertible through town; and I returned home to find my next-door neighbor tying his kayak to the roof of his SUV. We are enjoying the warmest days of summer (those poor school kids who returned just today) and in sharp contrast to these folks, this week, I had decided to cozy up to the air conditioner and tackle that dining room closet. 



No, no, that's not it. That's from last Friday when Laurel and I went to the Freeport Town Wharf. Okay, moving on to the important stuff...


There it is! Clean and tidy with everything that doesn't belong out and my vacuum cleaner in. Heretofore, the vacuum has been sitting in a corner of my bedroom. Not ideal.


What? Okay, those are the onion rings we ordered last Friday. We both enjoy them and so split a small order.


All that? That's the stuff that was in the closet, but doesn't belong there. It does look as if the closet was ill and exploded.


Ditto


Ditto


Ditto

It has taken me three days to clean that closet and it will probably take me another three days to take care of the piles all around. 




Now this is a good price for lobster, clams, and an ear of corn; however, Laurel and I opted for hot dogs.

Today, I opted for a tomato. After waiting all this time for a fresh, ripe, local tomato, it was pure joy.


And made the thought of spending the afternoon decluttering a little easier to take. 

(I hope that coastal pics made this post a little easier to take, too.)