Feeling Loquacious

Please forgive me. I may have slipped into bragging lately. It's just that the natural world is so beautiful in this late middle October. The light is gorgeous from morning until night and it changes from moment to moment. It doesn't take much to fascinate me.

The photo above was taken for that little patch of red leaves (and the light, of course). The red leaves are actually deep, blood red. In actuality, it is a very different scene from what I captured.
 

The morning light was pretty, but as I looked at the photo above, I decided that I could do better because my carpenter's tool box holding the pumpkins was not quite right. Yes, I fret over the stupidest things. Oh my, how I have loved my beautiful dahlias since they arrived from The Mennonite Girls Who Can Cook after John's passing. They were displayed at his service. They have made a remarkable comeback from the heat of summer. I love it when flowers are still going strong this late in autumn.

So I plumped up the box with lots of leaves. I think I can still do better. Maybe it's time to look for the burlap.

This is the only Cinderella pumpkin I've been able to find. 

This week's "Dad Day" was a few days ago. Both my father and I have been limping along since. Why? Because I found him on the floor when I arrived at 7:45. For the next too long a time, I struggled to get him to his feet at his insistence. When we were both thoroughly worn out, I called 911. This was a learning experience for me on several levels. One does not have to listen to her dad no matter how he barks when his safety and her own is at stake. Good heavens! You'd think I'd be intelligent enough to know this. Something about an upset parent can put one right back in child mode real fast. 

The rescue crew arrived from the next town over and the first thing the EMT said was, "I've been here before." 

"Why?" asked my father.

"To get your ask up off the floor," said the EMT.

This is just the kind of response that my father appreciates and he laughed heartily.

I was told, in no uncertain terms, never to attempt what I had attempted again. Two men had a bit of trouble getting him to his feet. Now this is my second time with his falling. The first time, believe it or not, I was able to get him back to vertical. My sister has been through this 17 (!) times. Yikes. 

~a quilt panel kit~

My dad's day turned around completely when we received a call from his baby sister saying that she and her husband would be over for a visit.  They brought lunch and gifts. Wow!

~a cute apron pattern~

~a tea towel~ The tea towel gift blessed me because my aunt said that the moment she saw it she thought of me because of the artwork that hangs in my living room. The one that always "fretted" John because he could see all the work that needed doing. =D
So all in all, except for the aches and pains, the day turned around. Warm thanks to my Aunt Sharon and Uncle Billy. My dad mentioned multiple times what a good day it had been.