Tuesday, October 22, 2019

This Year's Leaf Peeping Day

First things first: On my last post, I enjoyed meeting some new-to-me bloggers. It's good to know that you are out there! 

Why I decided to comment on each comment is anybody's guess because I rarely do that. Some bloggers respond to every single comment they receive. Wow! That's a commitment. Alas, some bloggers even get offended by comments made on comments. Let's just say that I am going back to rare comments on comments. You can't depend on me for anything! That's not quite true, I do try to visit your blog. So thank you for commenting. It's my currency on this here blog and I love and appreciate you for it. 

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My daughter Laurel has been taking me on annual leaf-peeping days for some years now. This year, I thought we would miss out because Laurel had a cold during peak week and was trying to stay away from me to protect me. The weather was not cooperative. Stuff. So it was a surprise when she called Sunday to say that she would be picking me up and off we would go. Yay!

There will be fewer comments going forward on this picture dense post.


Lunch out at Dockside first! (The canoes were delicious. ッ)





A Close-up of Mt. Washington in New Hampshire...snow capped...

Mrs. T will recognize this place


Wonderful rock wall in the forest...

Driving Range looking toward the White Mountains of New Hampshire

Over hill 

And dale

Colbath Road that I first read as "Cold Bath" Road, which didn't sound too appealing

Love a red barn

Somewhere in Casco



This property is one that Laurel seriously considered purchasing when she was looking for a place to build a home. I was slightly in shock because it is an incredibly beautiful property. She went on to explain that it is high on a ridge, on a dirt road, way out in the country and far from her workplace. She decided to let it go. Sigh. 

Fun story: As Laurel and I stood there taking photo after photo, a gentleman drove up in a big black van and said that photos were charged $5 each and that there was a little box in front of his home just next door where we could place our dollars. I asked him if he owned this piece of property and he said that he did not, but that he collected the monies for the owners. Ha! By then, he was grinning so big that I knew that he was kidding. He sure has an amazing view as well, but as his home was sitting in front of said view, it was concealed from ours. 

He and Laurel had a conversation  about how she had seriously considered this piece of property. He said that a young couple purchased it a year ago and were literally "sitting on it" waiting for enough money to build their dream home. That was what Laurel would have had to do so the choice she made to live down in the valley closer to her employment turned out to be a wise one. She is content.






Laurel's Panoramic Photo of the One that She let Go... Click to Enlarge

Another View of Mt. Washington from Otisfield

The Farm Across the Street




Lots of

 Ins and Outs


The day ended with a cup of mint cappuccino  from Aroma Joe's...ahhhh...


Hope that you enjoyed these photos of waning autumn in Southwestern Maine. 

Your turn!





Wednesday, October 16, 2019

Catching Up...Huff Puff

Before I head back into the doldrums again where I sit around feeling poorly, I thought I should post. Besides all that, as I wandered through Blogdom and the halls echoed and I wished that more people were posting and more often, I realized that one can't be complaining if she isn't playing. 


Oh her I found out about her after the most recent update for my iPhone. She is based on this picture:



Doesn't she look just like me? ッ I don't think I've got it quite right, but oh well... That's the hat that Cathie Holman made for me. Isn't it cute? I'll be able to wear it here shortly as it gets colder by the day.

This is a hodge podge of a post because my head doesn't work quite right anymore and it's easier for me to do some of this and some of that rather than try to be coherent. 

The most recent thing of note was Laurel's birthday celebrated over the weekend. We had the whole family here, which is 12. I know that some of you are rolling your eyes, but that is our number until April makes it 13. It may not seem like many, but believe me, it feels like quite a few when the little fellow can't even get around for legs and feet. 

Little Fellow? No, I don't think he's been introduced here yet.
(How quickly I forget! Here he is back in April.) He is my niece's little boy and he is adorable. Here he is hiding out with his mama to get away from Great-Auntie's awful camera pointed right at him.

I swear that my niece had been smiling the most beautiful smile a mere second before...

He kept us in stitches from baptizing his grandmother in root beer to trying desperately to eat the faux fruit.


































Yes, I come from a long line of women who have for years been faking children out with faux apples, pears, plums.
Those fake apples are very tempting!

A real apple was eventually found and the little guy, henceforth known as "E" took a few bites and that was that. The apple disappeared. We couldn't find it anywhere. There were jokes about fruit flies. A while later, Laurel was opening her birthday gifts when she exclaimed,"I found it!" E had chucked the apple into her gift bag. That's how crowded it was. We were all right here and no one saw him do it. 



The birthday girl with and without her hat.



My grands were here and I caught one of them, along with his dad and mom.


Sam, Adam, Michelle


The other one was captured along with his brother and dad a few weeks ago playing basketball.

Jake, Sam, Adam

We are in the week past peak so I don't have a lot to share in the way of beautiful foliage, but I will share what I have.

It's a Coppery World

Through the Sewing Room Window

Up the Way


Well that's it for this time. The next time you hear from me, Lord willing and the creek don't rise, I will be finished with my treatments and moving on to the next thing. 

Many blessings to you and thank you for your visit.