Oh, it was a blustery day.....

This is what November should look like...

I love the word “blustery”…from Winnie the Pooh…but as I previously wrote, I like the old Pooh better than the Disney Pooh.

Anyway, I love this image of Pooh, with his back to us, walking hand in hand with little piglet..the leaves swirling around them both.

With days like this, I think I can smell date-nut bread baking in the tin cans that Mother saved just for her recipe.

Hot tea is the drink of the day..somehow, although I do love coffee, tea is somehow softer..soothing.
Mother would never let us drink coffee, but we could have tea, sweetened and with cream. It still feels “soft” to me..and soothing.

Like a liquid comforter…. on the inside..

Yellow and red leaves, some wet and stuck to the pavement. Some on the sidewalk, as if waiting for the traffic to allow them to skittle across the street.

And as a car swooshes by, skittle they do! In groups..families of little yellow-gold–red leaves skittering across the busy street.

It’s raining and some of the drops hit harder than others. That’s when I noticed some of is it Frizzle – freezing-drizzle – and it stings as it gets me on the cheek.

The darks are darker, the brights are brighter, the greens are greener and the golds, well, brilliant.

It’s as if God has taken the world and plugged it into “HD” - and He’s good at that....
The real Reality show...

I also like the darker days that one needs to put on a few lights in the house. The warm glow- and everything looks better in the soft light…me..the dust bunnies…the textures in the front room…

And I’m listening to Christmas songs in my left-ear-headset-thingy. I know, I know, it’s not even Thanksgiving yet.

You’re right. But this music, which can be listened to anytime of year, is especially appealing on blustery days like today.

So enjoy…slow down..pay attention..and be thankful. And, didja vote??

Wishing you beautiful, blustery days…and re-read a little Winnie the Pooh..it will warm you right up..along with that cuppa tea...

-me

Old Houses...a re-run...

{This post first appeared one whole year ago..and because I'm in a Totally-Tired-Tuesday place, I thought maybe some of you wouldn't mind if I cheated..just a little..}




Ours is an old house.

Not “old” in the sense of “really, really, really old” but it was built the same year I was born….uh..wait..then it’s just getting a wee bit older..”

And just like me, things are wearing out.

Slowly. Quickly.

Depends on the day and what “part” you’re talking about.

The wood floors creak. Sometimes. Mostly in the dry weather. My bones creak, too. Mostly in the damp weather.

Old homes have the garages in the back or on the side – not like new homes who boast of “big huge ginormous” garages that take up the whole front of the house.

So, in that situation, one can’t truly see the character of the house, just what’s up front.

And I love character..in houses and in people..

And I'm glad to say my old house has character. And personality. Up the wazoo.

Old neighborhoods have exposed utility lines.

I have gray hair and wrinkles. Exposed. Showing our age….

Tired. That’s how some describe older homes .

Yep. Sometimes...

Tired. Me too. Sometimes.

But take a little time, fix the house up, give it love, know it’s “home” and soon you begin to see what this old house can offer.....

Stories. Happiness. Tears. Regrets.

It has, like all of us, weathered storms.

Seen births and deaths.

Has endured too hot summers that make it feel stuffy and uncomfortable.

Has been chilled to the rafters in winter – needing warmth and shutting out the cold world.

Gotten wet in the rain and windblown in the storms. But has weathered them all.

Just like me. Just like you.

Aren't we lucky??

Now, go love your house. Make it a home….

-me

PS- none of the homes shown here are mine - wish they all were..but none are..

{Sigh}

Wanna go for a walk with us??

It rained all last night. And it blew. And it rained some more. And we needed it.

It's not raining right now, so come on out with Braxton, Lulu and I as we take our morning stroll.

The wind blew the leaves into puzzle pieces...

The little creek is now dry and filled with the leaves from all the tall trees that line it..I love how the rain makes the rocks and the tree trunks dark & slick..

This is a lovely old B&B in the neighborhood. April & Chris stayed once and Andy & Barb another time. It's about 4 blocks from our home.

This is part of the property as well. I'm not certain if it's just a storage shed but it's sooo neat..

Their son got them the fountain and I've always loved the iron gate...

The slide is empty except for the playful leaves...

The tire-swing is still..the children are probably cozily inside eating Sunday breakfast...can you smell the toast??

This is a retirement home for birds..sometimes hundreds (or so it sounds) are chatting, eating and just generally enjoying their golden years..

The tops of the mountain is shrouded in clouds - when the cloud cover lifted, there was snow in the top!

The contrast of the red, golden and the wet pavement make for a chilly landscape..

Braxton seems a little sad that most of the leaves have fallen..

....a cool yard sculpture...

No, it's not a cannon..just a cow's skull ...??

Although this looks pretty, it is really a hazard - the leaves clog up the drain systems. So I thought I'd better snap a quick photo before the city does a clean-up.

All the leaves on the ground, all the snow up on the mountain, all the cold and wet...and yet we found this one, beautiful yellow rose-bud..hanging on...defying the odds...I think it's a sign..

Ours is a "Historic" part of town...sometimes that menas..."old"..as seen here on the corner of the little police sub-station. But the beauty is in the detail...you just don't see this anymore..

OK, so what's this???? I "found" it on our walk. We have passed it many. many times. And each time, it called out to me...but I thought "I'd better not..."

Until today..cold....wet and wanting to be made useful again...

Mr. B said it's a concrete smoother -but I see something beautiful...something useful...waiting to happen..

Guess you'll just have to wait and see what it becomes..

Walk with us again...and let's see what treasures we find...

And you thought I was kidding about having 5 doors in the kitchen ??

Not so much.

Have a great week's beginning. And, it's ALmOsT FrIDaY!!

-me

You're probably getting tired of photos of Utah in the fall...

But, I can't get enough...the color...the crunch...

This walkway reminds me of when like Marines get married..not to each other..

Well, not that I have anything against that, and I guess, well, I don't really know...are there women Marines??

But anyway, when the trees sort of "meet" each other across the path, it looks like when they get married and the other Marines hold their swords up and make like a thingy to run through..

Yeah. Like that. Only not.

This is where I fell............just messin' with ya..I don't know what I was doing..

This is an old handle on an old door....maybe I have doors on my brain since Mr. B is buying, hanging, measuring, priming, and painting (2 coats) 5 doors...in the kitchen.

No, we don't have 5 doors in the kitchen. Well, actually we do now..but they're from the hallway.

Yes, we have 5 doors in out teensy-short hallway.

1 - pantry

1- bathroom

1- art room

1- bedroom

= 4 ??

Hmmmm...think..think..

Oh yea, the one teensy-little closet int he bedroom - that makes 5.

OK, so I lied. We have 4 doors in our teensy-short hallway...

we still have 5 doors propped up in the kitchen.

So there.

Have a fun Sunday...

And remember....measure twice..cut once....

I'm just sayin'....

-me

Beautiful sunshine on the peak - in a breath- it was gone..

...the sunshine..the peak's still there. Silly.

Dancing with the Stars....Senior Edition

HahahahaAhahHahaha!

Old age is (going to be) a HoOT!

Pops & Ethel aka me and my supervisor, Sacha

Have fun EveRyDaY!

-me

Happy the-very-first-pink-November-post!!

And here we are. Another week's gone by. been busy at work (ahahahahaaha!) so today's will be quick - just some Pink Love for ya!

Yes, I admit it... I use a little moose in my hair....

Our sweet Ella making sort-of-pink-cookies...


My sister Kathy & her beautiful daughter, my neice, Karri

The end....

Have a wonderful Pink-November-Week!

-me