The Truth Will Out

I know you are all wondering why you are seeing pictures of the dogs walking at the parks daily now. 

Why there are so few pictures along the gravel roads. 

Here's one from this morning... at the bluffs on Stranger Creek.  You see they 

are turning red now in the fall. 

I took this on the way to church this morning, I leave early so I can go 

the slower way and take pictures. 

This rather disgruntled looking hawk was just around the corner from the house... and he looked thoroughly cold.  He was all fluffed and clinging tightly to the cross arm.  

It was in the forties this morning, and the high seventies, by evening! 

This guy was on a pole further down the road. 

And another flew away as soon as he saw me coming. 

Even though there isn't much color on the road sides.... there is still beauty. 

And today, for the very first time, I had a frisson of fear when I snapped these pictures of plants in an overgrown pasture... I had not realized there were two men talking at the top of the pasture, and they yelled something at me, after having (I think) come down the hill toward me.  

I do get scared sometimes when I get out of the car to take pictures. 

I was in the car in this instance. 

There was a jack o'lantern on both fence posts here.. it is the beautiful drive, with the deer and turkeys. 

I didn't see ONE this morning! 

It looks scary, doesn't it!  

Now, why we are not seeing pictures of the old place... 

we have leased it out. 

Yes, our beautiful Calamity Acres is leased to a young 

family, father, mother and 3 year old daughter.  A tiny chihuahua 

(who thinks he is a big beast) lives there with them. 

They have the chickens. 

It has been a long month for me, because my attachment is so 

great.  You notice I say IS.... I am purposely not going by there, even 

on the highway... I just can't bear seeing it for a while. 

I did talk to good neighbor Troy by FB messenger today, and 

he reminded me I could bring the dogs out to run around the pond any time I want. 

I just can't, right now. 

Someday I will be able to... just like the first Calamity Acres.  

I did go take care of the Ag Hall chickens today, just to keep my hand in! 

(laugh). 

Today, my youngest son Jeff, turns 45... and it's All Souls Day in 

my church.... we remembered all those who have passed away 

this morning, and every day this month.  

I've decided to name something every day for which I'm grateful...

and... the first day: 

1. Puppy Butts.  My dear husband knows why.  

Welcome, November! 

(from the web) 

Back To Normal

Back to normal this morning, and the downhill run into the holidays. 

I love them, I admit it. 

I'm about to commence my holiday shopping, and hope to have it over with quickly. 

Then, I'll proceed to just enjoy the next six weeks. 

I love Thanksgiving, the Forgotten Holiday, though it was aggravating for many years as we could not eat until General Hospital was over on tv, my mother's favorite soap.  The entire meal hinged around GH! 

Then the tv would go off, and we would pray around the groaning table. 

This morning in the pasture: 

A glorious start to November!

Happy Birthday, son Jeff!  43 years old today, and owning his own home for the first time! 

So proud of you, Jeffrey Matthew! 

The Ducky Girls are getting the idea... I found these two eggs in Fort Apache this morning.  I hope they continue to take advantage of the windbreak that the straw bales are causing.  

I still have a few flowers blooming in the gardens.  I am especially fond of these white mums, the last of everything to bloom.  They have such a beautiful shape, the "daisy" mums.  I would like to have more of them. 

And JAZ, from October Farm, if you are reading this... how right you were about the pumpkins, they are almost all turning orange!  

We estimate we had at least 3 inches of rain over the last 3 days.  We are supposed to have 3 days of sun, and then approximately four more days of rain next week. 

We are rapidly catching up with where we need to be for the year. 

You honestly didn't think I was going to let you get away without Halloween pictures, did you? 

Here's little Brynn, an owl for her first Halloween.  Her mother made the most wonderful shirt with "feathers" on it... and she had a little tutu with an owl belt, and leggings.  Wings completed the original costume.  Jace, her cousin, was a hobo... and I have to say that the original costumes were really something.  These are Keith's first two little grandchildren, but he has one more on the way for our Christmas present this year! 

We were so blessed to have good weather for Halloween... it cleared up around 3 PM, and the kids had a great night for trick or treating. 

Welcome, November!!!