Lily poses with my little Christmas tree. 

Kali, Grandma and Meredith on Thanksgiving Day 2004 

Fall colors please me at some primal level.
This year Fall lasted I think three days.
Zoom. . .. One day it was summer and three days of fall, then it
snowed. I was lucky enough to get a great fall picture down the
street at the Talcottville Post office. I was driving by at the end
of the day, and saw the colorful picture, and as if in a script, the
two cars parked right there pulled out as if for me. I jumped out,
took the picture, just the right lighting, a Jenner sky behind it,
just perfect.
And as I left,an old man pulled in and parked his car in front of the
tree again and would have been in the way. Just perfect timing for
a perfect picture. Here is the image I framed for the Postmaster.

Williamson Creek behind the house after 10 straight days of rain.

The waters are rising again. 

This is what we are having for Thanksgiving dinner.....

Frim Fram Sauce

I don't want french fried potatoes, red ripe tomatoes
I'm never satisfied
I want the frim fram sauce
With oss-en-fay with shafafa on the side

I don't want pork chops and bacon
That won't awaken, my appetite inside
I want the frim fram sauce
With oss-en-fay with shafafa on the side

Well you know a girl
She really got to eat
And a girl she should eat right
Five will get you ten
I'm going to feed myself right tonight

I don't want turkey and rye bread
You heard what I said
Waiter please, I want mine fried
I want the frim fram sauce
With oss-en-fay with shafafa on the side


These words are for Bob, who has posted many lyrical lyrics on his blog. I heard this yesterday, recorded by, a favorite of his, Diana Krall. The original Nat King Cole version is slightly different.

Pears, grown locally, bought at the farmers market. 

A turban squash, in fall colors 

A blog isn't a blog unless it is used. This one has been strangely silent for many months. Now it is fall again, almost Thanksgiving 2004, and here in Texas it feels like spring. The oppressive heat is gone, everyone wants to be outside, the air smells fresh, leaves are turning, grass is greening up. Perhaps it is time for me to return again, to the this blog. I can at least post some pictures, and maybe some poems.