Various and Sundry

Now and again, every once in a while, one must dip into the Vault of Various and Sundry.

Connecticut's State Insect

The Vault of Odds and Ends.

Always, the kitchen.

The Vault of HodgePodge.

Thanks for the mum, Mom.

The Vault of Gewgaws . . .

Anniversary Dinner with my two BFFs.

. . . and knick-knacks . . .

A little singing in P-Town . . . 

. . . and brick-a-brack . . .

. . . and a Friend Of Westy.

. . . and Various and Sundry items.

Always have Mistah with you when you travel . . . 

. . . the Old and Unusual . . .

. . . take my word for it.

. . . and The Hidden Treasures.

And when one is done with that, one can dip into the Vault of New London, and find treasures there, too . . .

Osprey Beach, the last shot ever taken of the wooden dock before SuperStorm Sandy . . .

Bandit and Ledgie . . . Gooood Dawg.

The Coast Guard Academy Bears, who killed the Maine Maritime Mariners. Go Bears.

And finally . . . 

The Love and Joy Tomatoes.

Or as my nephew calls them, 'maters.

We had another killer year.

And I again made pasta sauce, salsa, and ready-made-'maters.

That's right:

Pasta Sauce . . . 

. . . Salsa . . . 

. . . and Ready-Made-'Maters.

And if you think New London's not the funnest place of all after seeing all that? Well lookie here . . .

Look at the hawk we spied in our tree on Sunday . . .

. . . what a beaut, right?

Poor ol' Squirrely may not have thought so, but Mistah and I?
Oh, big fans of our new Feathered Friend.