Here it is, the end of October and the Fuchsia on my patio continues to provide some color and some distraction from the other things of the world. Will it be tonight that the frost nips it away?
There is a beautiful dogwood tree several blocks away that has various colors of green, yellow and red. Will I'll remember to take my camera next time I drive past?
We're having some cool rainy fall days. I noticed that leaves on the driveway left behind their shape in silhouette after I swept them into the dust bin. I wonder how long the stain will remain?
Tomorrow is Halloween and the only decorating on my porch has been done by the hungry spiders. Oh! And the birds have done a little splattering, too. I wonder how many little creatures will grace our doorway tomorrow night?
I don't have a favorite photo. But Faye, acting on her duty as Fun Monday Host, asked that we share our favorite old family photo. So here I am and this is the one I have chosen.
The one above is a favorite family photo from when I was a little girl. Favored because my mom, dad, and all my brothers and sisters were together for the pose.
In the upper left is my sister Nelda who died from leukemia in 1994. She was always beautiful. The two oldest brothers, Ron and Tom, are wearing identical suits. No. They are not twins. Interestingly, they appear much the same today. They look pretty fantastic in their suits at the ages of 74 and 75.
My sister Sandra is wearing a dress that I loved. She is also wearing a Lauren Bacall expression. Today, Sandra is my favorite breast cancer survivor! And, she still has that Bacall attitude!
On the lower left, Mike has a mischievous grin on his face and I suspect he is poking Trish in the back of her best blue dress. He would do the same thing today if you stood in front of him in a photo. Trish is the one who has the grace and forgiveness to stand in front of him and believe that he won't do it again.
On the opposite side you can see Nick is wearing a silly bow tie and a more solemn expression. If he'd have poked me in the back I would have turned around and decked him. Don't let that peculiarly shy act in that dainty little pink dress with lace trim fool you.
My mother was wearing a familiar style of dress. All the years that she and dad were married, mom wore polka dots because dad was fond of them.
And Dad? He was just worried about getting back to milk the cow.
I'd love to see your old black and whites. Post them and check in at Summit Musings.
I am a grandmother, a wife, a mother, a sister, and a friend.
I know that a woman who will tell her age or her weight will tell anything. I won't tell mine, so you can trust me. I have a cat. I have a duster that I don't use.
The photo header is one I have taken of Gram's antique writing desk. My dust.