So...

Putting together a crock-pot of black bean soup before work.  We got the beans along with other things from Henry's Market in Homestead.  My favorite place to shop of late. Which is part of the Amana colonies...one of the great places in this area (my opinion).

It seems blasphemous to post without a photo.  haha...so here you go.

Last night I canned 9 quarts of the tomatoes. We still have some ripening in bowls for fresh slicing.  Which is amazing (to me at least) that we are still eating fresh garden tomatoes at the end of October!

The only garden chore left is to plant the garlic and dig up the cannas and dahlias.  And just tend to the cold weather crops that are still growing.  This I have never done before so it's my fall experiment.  Oh and gather seeds from the bird house gourds.  And bring in and clean the ones that are now dried out...well, I guess there is still lots to do garden wise.  haha

"Put on a robe of joy so you can uplift others"

Baba, as quoted by Swami Chidvilasananda in The Yoga of Discipline

❁

cold morning...

During the night I have ideas of poems. I don't know much about poetry. Don't know the rules or even what a stanza (is that for music or poems...haha) means.  But ideas for poems keep coming to me.  Can any group of words that make an image be called a poem?  Are there guidelines that must be followed when writing a poem?  I think I will just write a couple and see what happens...I believe poems and artworks can go together.

The garden needs to be cleaned out. And the carrots thinned.  The leaves are almost all off the trees.  Winter is getting impatient.

Grant Woods painting of his mother in the Figge Art Museum

Lazy Sunday...

Yesterday's walk...

 Richie took these photos.  He had the camera, I had the dog.

Tonight we will be going to one of the scariest haunted houses in the Midwest!  It is were our sweet daughter is working for the season, called Torment Twelve. She plays a crazy old lady with a fascination for dolls, who is also a hoarder.  I used to be horrified of haunted houses until into my 20's!

It is been a very weird stage of life, this newly married/post-menopausal life in a new town.  So many new things all at once...this can, for lots of women my age be a new beginning.  Why do I mostly have this flailing sensation?  haha

Getting back into the swing...

Good Morning!  The view from here is nothing like this sunrise.  We came home to full fledged autumn.  The trees are at their most colorful ripeness.  The garden is pretty much spent.  However, all looks pretty in it's own way...

Front porch love...


“No front porches. My uncle says there used to be front porches. And people sat there sometimes at night, talking when they wanted to talk, rocking, and not talking when they didn't want to talk. Sometimes they just sat there and thought about things, turned things over. My uncle says the architects got rid of the front porches because they didn't look well. But my uncle says that was merely rationalizing it; the real reason, hidden underneath, might be they didn't want people sitting like that, doing nothing, rocking, talking; that was the wrong KIND of social life. People talked too much. And they had time to think. So they ran off with the porches.”
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451


Peach, joy and love ❁

Made braided bread late last night.  The big loaf is for Thanksgiving day!  Tomorrow I'll do the pies!!

The last colors of the season.  And this was only 2 weeks ago!  Now things are looking more like this: