We came across this fellow yesterday at a fall fest, chilling with a scarecrow he’d just stuffed. Can’t really tell a gender on a it, but the bag over its head gave it the appearance of cat ears.
Conversation was minimal. No choruses of “If I Only Had A Brain.”
Later, a beanie-donning warlock came by to discuss the possibility of using witchcraft and sorcery to bring the ‘crow to life.
Or at least give it hands and feet.
These lovelies sat adjacent to the shopping carts yesterday, ensuring that no one was spared the somewhat unsettling gourds. Not exactly choice specimens for carving, but still a sign of the autumn we long for.
And just to be clear–it’s NOT beginning to feel a lot like autumn. Hot and dry with no end in sight. When will it ever end?
The boys of autumn arrive at the pumpkin patch in Washington State, ready for October!
An American Moment by Harris
This week marks the first week since spring (I’m gonna say April) that we did not exceed 80 degrees here in central Texas. And that’s why our hibiscus flowers are still blooming a week into November. We had a rare and blessed rain today, and the flowers seemed to drink it up.
These two ladies keep their eyes peeled for cooler weather (while wearing fabulous hats and dresses) on the kind of day that warrants nickel ice cream. I know it will arrive later this month, the glorious season of fall. But I also know it won’t feel like fall until Halloween. Still, I can see it on the horizon, and what joy that brings!