Monday, November 29, 2021

The Start

First of all, are there any two friends who are more glorious than these two?

No. No, there are not. Mom and Mrs. C. get it done day in and day out, and have for almost 60 years, the first 40 as nextdoor neighbors. True blue, these two.

Second of all, Mistah declared, on his first trip to the Dutch in like two years, that the Friday after Thanksgiving is the official start to Guinness Season.

And who are we to argue?

Hey, it's the official start to a lots of things . . .  

. . . college basketball season . . . 

. . . fire season .  . . 

. . . and of course, the start of the ever-popular and ever-hyped Holiday season . . . 

. . . which started with a lovely Thanksgiving.

Thank you, Mom.

We're off to a good start.


Monday, November 22, 2021

Fiyah

Sometimes you need to have a fire on a November afternoon.

Fires make everything better.

And so do rakes.

You know how it can be this time of year. The earth is calming down for the season ... but the peeps are ramping up.

It can be disconcerting.

But fiyah makes everything better . . . 

. . . especially if you get a few gorgeous lovelies stop by . . .  

. . . and if you have gorgeous foliage . . . 

. . . and if you yell out to the MIstah, "Well you know the first line of Little Women, don't you?" And he responds, "Well, no, but I can put my hands on it and bring it out in 12 seconds . . . "

Yeah, he did.

It's the best.

It's fiyah.

Monday, November 15, 2021

The Maple

It's been gorgeous around these parts lately.

 

Our maple is spectacular these days, but we still have summertime ferns, and of course . . . The Tree.

We're in the middle of all the seasons . . . 

. . . and it's glorious.

But in the meantime . . . 

Mistah and I had Hair Challenge.

I totally won.

Interlude over. Back to the trees. 

How I do love the trees.

The red maple seems faraway, but she's ours, and the poor thing has a claw-like branch which seems to be acting unkindly toward her . . . 

The non-red maple has no such intruders . . . 

She was my backdrop to a family zoom yesterday . . . 

I got to see faces. And they liked our tree.

This maple of ours . . . 

. . . she gets lit up by the sun and every single time I look at her from any angle, she gives me joy . . . 

. . .  great maple joy.