I SEEMED TO HAVE BETTER LUCK IN YEARS PAST WHEN PHEEBS WAS WITH ME

AUTUMN REFLECTIONS IN OUR PARK'S POND

As we draw closer to the month of November and the turning back of our clocks this Saturday, our days and nights are definitely changing. And, in my books, not for the better.  We are headed for the long, dark tunnel of Winter's freezing cold days and even colder nights.  But let's not dwell on negative things, and be appreciative for the days of sunshine and above-freezing temperatures we are experiencing at the moment.  All is temporarily good while Old Man Winter, lurking right around the corner, stealthily plans his upcoming nastiness.

AUTUMN IS ALWAYS A BEAUTIFUL TIME IN OUR PARK

With Woodsy feeling much better, it was my turn, and my Tuesday kind of took a nosedive.  Energy, both mental and physical, unexpectedly drained away, leaving me in a kind of Zombieesque like state.  Unlike most of my days, when I find it difficult to believe my age, there are times when I feel my full 81 years and beyond.  Wednesday, I was back to comfortable again, feeling somewhere in my probable forties.  Okay, okay, so I had a few flashups to my early nineties, but they only lasted a few seconds. I think it all happened when I was trying to move a rather challenging three and a half pound rock in our front yard.  By the way, I did get all the Frogasauresus out of the front yard pond, and I'm sure they are now blissfully hibernating in the soft oozy mud at the bottom of our Park's pond.

My country road drive on Wednesday morning, looking for corn spills or dropped corn cobs, turned out to be fruitless.  Despite most of the corn fields looking dry and colorless, the farmers are not yet back out on their land harvesting corn.  Maybe the ground is still too wet.  More rain is headed our way on Thursday and Friday.  Home again under sunny skies, and feeling a bit energized, I soon had my shovel in the ground digging up more ferns around the yard that needed relocating.  I like ferns, but if they are not kept in check, they spread everywhere.  I'm surprised we haven't had any coming up through our living room floor.  It's a lucky thing that we have a full cement pad under our unit.  I also moved a pile of rocks from where I had them stashed behind the carport to a spot alongside the east end of our front yard frog pond.  And, I do mean 'a lot of rocks'.  No doubt I overdid myself, but hey, it was a nice sunny 50°F day and I didn't want to waste it by sitting inside.

I RELOCATED ALL THESE ROCKS FROM BEHIND OUR CARPORT TO THIS SPOT AT THE END OF OUR FRONT YARD FROG POND

 THE ANNUAL CORN HARVEST

THE BRIDGE BETWEEN VARNA AND BRUCEFIELD IS NEARING COMPLETION, WITH WHAT LOOKS LIKE SOME FINAL PAVING BEING DONE

 I CAME ACROSS A FEW CREEKS TUESDAY MORNING

FORESTS ARE WEARING THEIR FINERY

 DID YOU NOTICE THE YELLOW-WINGED GULL A-TAKING FLIGHT AT THE TOP LEFT OF THE PHOTO

Woodsy picked up our good neighbor, Monica, early Wednesday afternoon and took her to 'The Brick' in Goderich to have a look at a new mattress.  Wednesday evening, we took a drive into Bayfield and missed the sunset by about ten minutes.  Followed that with a slow drive around town, and were lucky enough to see workmen testing out the Christmas lighting in Clan Gregor Square that has been put up probably in the last few days.  So pretty.

I had intended to post this blog on Wednesday night, but I ran out of steam somewhere along the line, and it never got done.  Sometimes, things just seem to go backwards for me. Today, being Thursday, I set out this morning looking for some corn spills but again, came home empty-handed.  I seemed to have better luck in years past when Pheebs was with me............... 

 BACK TO OUR PARK AGAIN

 THE VIEW FROM OUR LIVING ROOM WINDOW

Al's Music Box:: Autumn Leaves by Roger Williams.

 ANOTHER REFLECTION IN OUR PARK'S POND

GROANER'S CORNER:(( There were two evil brothers. They were rich and used their money to keep their ways from the public eye. They even attended the same church and looked to be perfect Christians. Then, their pastor retired and a new one was hired. Not only could he see right through the brothers' deception, but he also spoke well and true, and the church started to swell in numbers. A fund-raising campaign was started to build a new assembly. All of a sudden, one of the brothers died. The remaining brother sought out the new pastor the day before the funeral and handed him a check for the amount needed to finish paying for the new building. "I have only one condition," he said. "At his funeral, you must say my brother was a saint." The pastor gave his word and deposited the check. The next day at the funeral, the pastor did not hold back. "He was an evil man," he said. "He cheated on his wife and abused his family." After going on in this vein for a small time, he concluded with, "But, compared to his brother, he was a saint."

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An archaeologist is the best husband a woman can have...The older she gets, the more interested he is in her.

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A woman was chatting with her next-door neighbor. "I feel really good today. I started out this morning with an act of unselfish generosity. I gave a twenty-dollar bill to a bum." "You gave a bum twenty whole dollars? That's a lot of money to just give away. What did your husband say about it?" "Oh, he thought it was the proper thing to do. He said, 'Thanks.'"

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Al's Doggy World

Meanngs::

We are living in an era where people are proud of what they should be ashamed of.

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Kelly & Pheebs Corner:))

TEN YEARS AGO RIGHT NOW THE BAYFIELD BUNCH  WAS AT UTAH'S CAPITOL REEF NATIONAL PARK

WILL WE BE SOMEWHERE WARMER SOON

Al's Art Gallery