Morning Stroll

Darling Daughter decided to make 

french toast for us this morning

So I took a stroll through the yard

Howie photo bombed

The light

 moves 

shortens

The shadows

lengthen

darken

The hours 

the days

the weeks

the years

The Girls Are In The House

In the yard actually

The weather has cooled considerably and

it was a perfect late afternoon

for a chat and catch up session.

They walked up to the market and  

brought back candy bars and beer.

That cracked me up.

I was walking into the living room

and through the open window,

caught this glance of the three of them.

For many years, these girls spent countless

hours here growing up into these fine women.

All graduated from college now,

living very far apart,

with serious boyfriends 

and serious jobs.

Darling Daughter swears they'll be friends forever.

It can be done

I hope so

Guess who slept well last night?

sigh.....

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

Ya know that wonderful feeling you get 

when you go to bed early

 and the bed feels so cozy 

and the pillow barely needs fluffing

and you don't need the news set on a timer

and you fall right to sleep

and you stay asleep ALL night

with magical dreams of moonbeams 

and you wake refreshed 

and you're 

 poopin' out sunshine?

Yeah me neither

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

Accumulated hours of sleep in the past 7 days?

Under 30

Darling Daughter
arrives in 3 hours

Hallelujah!

the photo?

making sure you're paying attention

Z

On The Porch

Spent the day on the porch

cleaning up, washing linens, dusting everything,

tucking the gourds into the trug

under the bakers table

This lovely old box holds some

 of my cloth napkins that I use each day

There are three fountains running

 in the yard now

the sound is wonderful

Many evenings 

I regret no longer having a sofa on the porch 

for naps and such

but the bakers table needs a home here.

Darling daughter and friends will gather here

next week for their long awaited reunion.

Summer Hibernation Ending

Summer is nearly over.

I do not do summer well.

At least not here.

I am the proverbial fish

out of water....

gasping for air, 

flopping all around

on the banks where I 

do not belong.

A friend made note this weekend

 that I sounded "up"

more than I had recently.

The simple fact of my windows 

thrown open and a cool breeze 

floating through

was all that was necessary

to raise my spirits.

Once uplifted, it was easy 

to wile away the hours 

sewing pumpkins.

The black velvets are for me.

The rest I'll sell.

There are several dozen still on 

the studio table in

various stages of readiness.

The monsoon season seems 

to have past. 

Either way I have solved 

the Brillo hair issue by

hacking off about 8 or 9 more inches.

I've reached my chin, where I paused.

I now have a wash and go cut.

It remains to 

be seen how far I'll go.

I am managing on one tank of gas

per month now, so I do not 

venture far to meet my needs.

Like the pumpkin

 I just sit in my field,

growing larger. 

unfortunately...

Good Lord,

let's hope I do not begin to rot.

These Things Are True

Making these pumpkins

Baking these

Drinking these 

Smelling these fresh folded warm sheets

Placing these pumpkins

and these

watching interspecies porn

Nah, his treat ball was hidden behind - snort

Happy weekend y'all

Z

Famous Blue Raincoat

It has rained 18 of the past 24 days

Vegas - monsoon season

But holy holly bells....

 love the dampness 

and lower temps 

but dang it all

my hair

 a giant frizzy ball

enough!

Sitting in my comfy chair, 

burning my volcano candle, 

listening to pitter patter 

on the bushes just outside the window,

smelling the rain and

listening to an old favorite album

Cohen friends 

do you know about this?

Give a listen anyway - and those of you

immune to LC...

Crank up the volume 
stay with it until the end
for percussion
you can finger drum on the desk

close your eyes

listen to it rain

BIG TROUBLE

Guess who is in BIG trouble again?

Caught while still "moist"

You Howie Lovers quit your laughing,

c'mon really.... this is BAD, really bad!

If these monsoons don't stop

pretty soon, he may decide

 he needs to suck shoes...

and then well,
it's all over...