Sighting In

Opening day of deer season in this part of Pennsylvania is the Monday after Thanksgiving. Two days before they like to get together on the farm and sight in their rifles.

Lonely Ginkgo in a Foggy Forest

Over 50 years ago my mother-in-law started this Ginkgo from a seed picked up on the grounds of a hospital in Philadelphia. She brought it back and planted it across the drive from her farm house in central PA.

There it grows amongst the oak and ash trees and provides lovely color every fall for her enjoyment, mine too when I'm there at the right time. This foggy morning the day before Thanksgiving, with just a few hangers on, it stood there with it's fading beauty and awaited the snow.

Pennsylvania Barn

We spent Thanksgiving with my mother-in-law in Pennsylvania. This old barn is across the street from her place, and I loved it.


Hay's ready for winter, but the tractor, and maybe the roof aren't.

Two Things Challenge - Hand Pink

I like to enter the Two Things Challenge when I can. It's been a while, though, since there was a challenge. I guess Janet has been having too much fun in Europe, but now the challenge is Hand/Pink.




The Hand: Kristina's, right after she became a new mom last April.


The Pink: Mason's tiny little feet when he was only twelve days old. He's now eight months old and quite a bit bigger.


The Photo: Priceless.

Up To His Running Boards

This old Ford's been on the farm a long time, but now he's up to his running boards in oak and ash leaves.

Looks like he was a proud vehicle in his day, but now his days are gone and he just sits, rusts, and mildews.

Hmmmm.

2 Things Challenge Young/Old

I like to enter the 2 Things Challenge when I can. The challenge for this week is Young/Old.





I decided to use photos of people I actually know.


This is Mason, my grandson who was born last spring and is now almost six months old. In this photo he is YOUNG, actually only about 4 hours old.






And this is Mayme, the oldest person I know, and she is a real card. She had probably just told me a joke, or some story about something that happened in Columbiana in the 1930's. She will be 103 in December and is still doing well. She was really only a spry 101 when I took this photo.

When Autumn Falls So Hard

As summer wanes and autumn falls it reminds me of the line in Simon and Garfunkel's song, "Bridge Over Troubled Waters" which says:

When you're down and out,
When you're on the street,
When evening falls so hard,
I will comfort you.

Except I'm thinking autumn falling instead of evening.

The flowers on the Butterfly Bush have begun to dry up and fall off, and even the poor old butterfly, so beautiful all summer, has begun to show the signs of his age. His wings are tattered and torn, or even missing, but still he searches on for that sweet nectar that will get him through yet one more day. And I can sympathize with him a little. At what point do I reach the autumn of my life? I have probably passed the 3/4 mark, and my chin has begun to sag embarrasingly in photos of myself (until I get them into photoshop), but I do still have all my limbs, and I do still want to get up every morning to see what's coming today.

Enough for the melancholy, how 'bout them Georgia Tech Yellow Jackets?