The pumpkin patch looks ready. Down a road, near our neighborhood, there are pumpkins. Are there pumpkins at your grocery store?
I have eaten my last cucumber. They give me heartburn. They're pretty though and amazing (thank you for bearing with all my cucumber photo shoots).
Bill went over to get our Saturday morning buddy at around 5 am. Here he is in a blissful moment of peace. Aw! They are SO cute, Grampy and James.
I like the way this starfish (a party gift at a baby shower) matches the angel's heart.
I've been spending time sorting. I sure have a big collection of writing books. Here, you can browse.
I sorted through some old journals and found the list below. I like old my lists. They are entertaining.
I like revisiting my random artwork!
I like my reminders of a sweet and holy time with Jesus. By the way, I ate a trout for dinner last night. I asked the butcher to cut off the head and tail because I get a tiny bit creeped out looking at dead fish. It had a lot of bones.
Next week, I'll be 56 years old. I really liked being 55 years old so I imagine I will like being 56, too. There is quite a bit to us when we've been granted so many big moments, so many sightings of love, so many connecting conversations, and when we house such lively memories. Each day is full of mysterious awe. It's fun being a human.
Plum Cake's birthday is Monday so we are having a little celebration for her tomorrow. I bought her the sweetest baby doll. I'll take a picture of her holding it when she unwraps the gift. It smells like sweet baby powder. I've always liked the way dolls smell.
Signing off. I've got some sweeping to do, a pie to make, some jam to re-jar (Nana Go Go told me I can fix my soupy jam), and some reading to do.
Thank you for coming by, reading, looking, and saying hello. (BIG HUG!)
