Fall Synopsis

We went to grandparents day at Curlymop's School.  Our daughter mentioned that schools smell the same no matter where you go. Why is that?

 

This is what happens when Grandma buys special treats for breakfast Being a grandmother gives you license to forget that Halloween decorated do-nuts are not  good for you or on you. The frosting stained.

A group of Annas hummingbirds visited the valley the last week of September.  They aren't supposed to be here.  Ever! This photo and my last sighting was October 1.

Here is elGee, the cat.  (And Lucky, the mouse)  I swear that cat is color blind.  The mouse got away. In the last two days we've had  8 others, however,  that met their maker. They were in MY KITCHEN!

 

(I hope it wasn't Bianca or Bernard.)

Speaking of heroes . . . .

Another photo of The Super Siblings from California, who picked out names to match their alter egos.  Unfortunately, I only remember the moniker chosen for the 2 year old.    Pinkum Dinkum. Every little boy needs an older sister and dress-up clothes.

 

Yesterday, while maneuvering to my car in the grocery parking lot, I was nearly run over. 

When the car suddenly backed towards me I froze.  In the same instant, my mind saw the bold headlines in the local newspaper. 

        La La-year old woman smashed with her bananas. 

That gave me the boost of energy needed to move it.  None of their $!%#  business how old I am.

 

I pulled out the carpet shampoo-er and did some overdue cleaning this week. It spit out quite a few hair balls.

This confirms that my regular vacuum cleaner is on it's last legs.  I knew it wasn't picking up things from the floor as it should.  But I had no idea it wasn't dealing with the cat hair.  That sucks!  Well, it doesn't suck.  But it really does suck.  ( Oh heck... you know what I mean!)

One of the last photos I shot before the frost. My begonias are now at rest in the garage... drying out.  Hopes for their return next spring. You'll note the net was already on the pond.  The Great Blue Heron returned to his favorite fishing ground and ate a third of them before we were aware.  Including the largest one.

Mr. Heron also scared the livin daylights out of the cat.  Look at her.  What a weenie.

We're gearing up for winter here.  The Farmer's Almanac predicts it will be cool, with average precipitation.  I can handle that.