Foliage Report

Since I so often mention how rotten the weather is, I think it is time for me to say that the weather has been glorious — glorious! It makes me feel like singing. 

We decided to take a Sunday afternoon drive around the block. I took a lot of photos. While editing them, I realized that they'd be pretty much the same old, same old, well except for the attack of the killer chickens. So I tossed the photos into a collage for future Note Card Party retrieval or header consideration. 

~Typical Scene These Days~

The Farm Stand was having a closing sale. The white mum was less than half price. Can't beat that! Ice cream was, too, so John upgraded to a banana-less banana split. More on that later.

This is called the Hannibal Hamlin home. Mr. Hamlin was Abraham Lincoln's first vice-president. (*I've talked about it before.*) It has beautiful views of the White Mountains of New Hampshire.

Oh I see that this might be where the seed was planted to have a white mum! And I thought it was my idea.

A glimpse of their view. The home is privately owned.

And there's John enjoying that not quite a banana split. He says that he used to ride a dump rake in his childhood haying days back on the farm.

Back to our humble abode with no mountain views, but plenty of autumn all the same. We are wrapped up in autumn these days.