I am going to try to get this blog written and posted before September is over.  I really love the Fall, but it is slipping away so quickly. I also love writing my blogs, but lately I haven’t had the time and the one I did write, I trashed it accidentally and now I cannot find it.  It was a really, really good blog, too.  Full of a lot of good stuff.  But now it’s gone and our son, who is computer literate unlike his mother, could not find it.  It’s out there somewhere in the nether world.  Maybe some space alien will find it one day.

So, here I am trying to write another one.  Hoping it will be interesting and that I won’t lose it, but I live a pretty boring life to some, but that’s okay.

I’ll start with pumpkins.  It is the season for them.  Several years back there was a pumpkin shortage.  There was a blight or something that killed them off so it was a pumpkin free Autumn and pumpkin pie less Thanksgiving.  I found myself hoarding cans of pumpkin when I could find them in the store and just keeping them.  This year there seems to be millions of pumpkins. They are everywhere. In grocery stores, at nurseries, along the road at private stands and almost on every corner.  Along with mums. Mums seem to be prolific too.   I bought three and put them in front of my greenhouse.

Ah, my greenhouse.  Nothing living is in it right now, but it’s getting close to time to put flowers inside.  The first frost is just a few weeks away.  But we have had such hot days until lately.  I have never swam in our pool in September because it was usually too cold, but we have had temperatures in the high nineties so in the pool I went.  It felt good!

This was a new place we found on one of our meandering rides.  Not too far from home so we plan to go back.  And did they have pumpkins!  Of every variety.

We like old barns.  So many are falling in disrepair and will one day fall.  This old barn probably at one time held sweet smelling hay and cows in the stalls waiting to be milked.  I spent many hours in the barn on my family farm.  Playing with kittens born in the stacks of hay, watching my daddy milking the cows, feeding little calves with a bucket, playing basketball in the haymow where Daddy had hung a basketball hoop.  David’s grandpa had an old barn put together with wooden pegs as our was.  Two old barns now gone.  So sad.  I take pictures of old barns on our rides because one day there will be no more old wooden barns.  The ones being built now are metal.  Nice looking and easy to care for, but just not the same.

People are decorating for Halloween.  Some even more than Christmas which I find rather sad, but I do like seeing the decorations and I must show you one place that went way over the top. So many skeletons I made David turn around on a busy highway so he could see it and we could take pictures.





This one even had a bag with a skeleton hanging out the bottom of it!  There must have been at least thirty skeletons in this one yard. Someone really likes Halloween.  Me, I could take it or leave it, but the decorations sure are interesting.

The Northeast coast had its first Nor’easter this past week. Heavy rains and flooding.  Hope this is not a portent of Winter to come.  I do hope we get snow this year.  I love a good snowfall when everything looks so pristine and shining under a blanket of snow. But it is supposed to be in the  high eighties here tomorrow. No rain. No snow!

We got a new preacher a few weeks back.  A nice, young  man with a wife and three young children.  Been a while since we had a preacher with young children and it is so nice.  David invited them to a family cookout and they came and I think everyone made them feel welcome.  It was a fun day.  David got out the cotton candy machine and the youngest daughter could hardly wait to get some.  I share her love of cotton candy.  Only reason I wanted to go to the county fair every year.

When we take our rides we turn Sirius onto the sixties station.  Our kind of music.  Rolling down the road trying to to losin my load, a world of troubles on my mind!  Did you hum that while reading it? Then you are a flower child.  I know the words to about every song that comes on.  When I rode the school bus to school, the driver always had to top songs blaring on his radio. Then I would come home and put my Beatles records on at top volume and I am sure it drove my mother crazy, but you know, she never told me to turn it down.  Maybe she liked the music, too.  Another record I got from the library was the songs from the movie, Dr Zhivago.  I would play that over and over until my brothers would complain.  I loved the movie, too and when I got married I asked the pianist to play “Somewhere MyLove” from the movie and she did!  I also wore a mini skirted wedding dress. I was sixties all the way!

Been doing a lot of paint by number pictures lately.  They are not your grandma’s paint by numbers.  Much more detailed and lots more paints..  I found one company where you can order 24, 36, or over 100 paint colors per picture depending on how detailed you want it.  I just finished one with 36 paint colors and it’s pretty detailed.  I hate to think  how tiny some of the stuff would be if you had over a hundred paints. I can barely see some things now with a lighted magnifying glass.   Painting has become an obsession.  My quilting has been put on the back burner although I still squeeze it in. I have some things I am making for Christmas, so I cannot show them now.  Also been working on the William Morris quilts I am making from fat quarter sets of William Morris designed fabric.  That man designed a lot of wallpaper which is where the designs on the fabric come from. I get six fat quarters of his fabric every month.

I have gotten this far and not shown you my Halloween decorating, such as it is.  I don’t go for scary. But, I haven’t taken pictures, so maybe in October, I will remember to show them.

We took a drive down  to the river  town, Madison.  Seems every time we go there they are having something special going on.  Last time it was the Regatta races  on the river they have every year. Side note.  I babysat for  one of the girls who won queen at the races. She was a very pretty lady and a teacher.  I babysat her twins who were adorable.  This time they were having something special going on, kind of a Fall festival and the streets were crowded with people and there were tents set up selling all kinds of things. We were just driving through this time and headed west to a town where we knew they had a good ice cream shop.  When we got there,  David went up to order while I sat at a table and this young man came up behind me and said something like “Are you having a good day.”  I smiled and said, “yes”and that was the extent of our conversation. He had a couple of other guys with him and he went to pay their  bill and left.  I noticed they had a tree service business on their shirts.  Soon David came back to the table with a funny look on his face and he said, “that guy paid for our ice cream!”  Whoa!  We wondered why he did. Did I look pathetic and he felt sorry. Did we remind him of his grandparents?  Was he an angel in disguise?  We will never know, but this is not the first time this has happened to us.  It got me to thinking though.  He paid our debt, but Jesus paid the debt for everyone of us on the cross, sometimes called “the tree.”  He did it without our asking.  He did it because He loves us, Took our sins right on himself so if we only believe in Him, we have a free ticket to Heaven.  It really is that simple. I am not saying living a life for Him can be easy, look at the Nigerians who are being murdered by Muslims for their Christian faith.  But He calls us to follow Him. I am a follower. Are you?  Love and blessings to all who read this.Bye.