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Well, in anticipation of the storm Michael, Jim turned our tables over snd saved the plants so they wouldn’t fall over.
The did he is slowly going down. They clean tonight will be the first cool night in a long time. I am happy that my fall wardrobe is up and ready to go.
The mums are ready to lead the way and welcome us into the fake.
It’s about time that’s all I have to say.
Happy first day of autumn.
Having a piping hit omg of cinamon bun coffee while doing the wash.
GO 🦅 Eagles!
I had just posted this above shot on Facebook and entitled it” Colors of September”.
I can hardly wait to get better so I can go and get my mums and get the outside of the house ready for the fall.It still is supposed to be warm this week and probably I won’t get the mums for a few weeks, but it’s that time of year.I have been following friends who post on Facebook and it is great to see people like me who love autumn, or as I call it “sweater weather.”I haven’t had much coffee since I haven’t been well, but I am looking forward to that first cup of pumpkin coffee.Yes, I admit it; I am one of those pumpkin people.I already made my first loaf of pumpkin bread.
As much as I love October, there are some strong memories tied into the month that are now under the realm of being bittersweet.
My oldest brother turned 68 this past Sunday.My brother in the city turns 65 this Saturday, and my Dad would have been 95 on the next day.
The thought brings a lump in my throat, as things can never be as they once were. My Mom would be in the kitchen,making her 1-2-3-4 cake, We all gathered around the dining room table and sang in Polish and English Happy Birthday. We would have pumpkins in the house and mums all through the house.
All I can do now is pray for Daddy in heaven on his birthday and send cards to my brothers,
And finally I wrap up in my heart the memories of those good times, and how blessed I was to be there for them.
So now the temperature has tickled the upper 50’s here at night.
My love for mums are overrun by my displeasure for switching closets for clothes. It’s worse now, as I had put the clothes away once, managed to box them up for the season,still within the elbow high pressure of unpacking from the move.
I admire people who have closets arranged by season.Perhaps someday, I’ll find the time, energy and inclination to do it.
I was off this morning so I had a chance to sleep in a little which was great.
Jim made a fresh vegetable and fruit juice which we had with poached eggs and rye toast, or at least I had the eggs and toast.
We went on the road and took the girls with us for a good hike back at Ponderlodge, the walking/nature area by us, and then went to our annual trek to buy mums. It was a great afternoon except for one thing…we got hungry.We had a coupon from McDonald’s for a free medium soda and fries when you buy a new buttermilk chicken sandwich.
We got junk for lunch….
There is always room for a healthy dinner.
Usually, the weekend of our anniversary, I usually by our mums for the fall.This year I am late.
This weekend, we went to our friends at Cape Island Home and Garden and our mums for fall. The colors, as usual, were radiant, but my usually method of choice is getting tight close buds, so they last through October. This year, a rich purple were my color of choice, along with a few burgundy smaller mums and a small yellow mum.
Mums always have happy memories for me, as I remember my Dad raising them in our back yard in the house I grew up in.Even when Dad was gone, I made sure I had mums in my wedding bouquet in his memory.
I thinks it’s safe to say that it’s a large reason of why fall is my favorite time of year!
It is that time of the year.
You know, sweating like there is no tomorrow and going to bed with the air-conditioning on.When you wake up in the morning well, to quote Jim,”I needed a coat this morning.”It goes without saying that Jim tends to exaggerate, but it is nice and cool this morning.
It’s my time of year.
Sure spring and summer are nice, although heat has never been my friend,
I have, for the bulk of my life,loved sweatshirts, pullover sweaters, cardigans…they are,to me, comforting clothes. chrysanthemums? Bring it on.I admit though, my dad used to raise mums, so I always am drawn to them. Despite their recent history, Dad and I always watched Penn State football.It’s another benchmark of the season for me.
I always thank God for two feet on the ground every morning, but never more so than this beautiful time of year.
…and we have tons to figure out.
Why is it when the weather sucks in February, we’ll have a finished house
and say…now what?
We went to buy some Mums this morning and it is a beautiful autumn day,
and the girls and I have been out for a few walks and they went with
us out for the mums. I kind of feel like going down to the bay, but we
are being mellow, so we are kicking back just a bit.
Tomorrow?( We agreed tomorrow…lol)
We have to go to Home Depot and Lowes,check out more vitals for
Undisclosed Deux, and eventually head back up.
Since I was a kid, my father always played with flowers. It was an accomplishment he was proud of.
I remember the back yard of Mitchell Street, where the yard wasn’t large but Dad had a “l” shaped garden. There were some lily of the valley , assorted roses, and various colors of mums. He tried to keep a rosebush blooming that he pulled from his parent’s house. I think it finally died of black spot-the nemesis of a rose bush. My dad would plant snapdragons too, as they were Mom’s favorite. In fact, my bridal bouquets was mums, roses and snapdragons to honor then both.
Well, Jim isn’t fond of scent, but that will not deter me. I will plant again …
….soil is in my blood !
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