Fall Pictures

Well I have lots of pic from the last few days of Halloween fun and Leaf raking.  So I'll post a few for all to enjoy.  I'll try and post some more later as I get them organized.

Spiders!!!!

There was some spider wrasslen done today.  

She darn near took the poor thing's head off.

But she's too nice to do that.

 

So they called it a draw.

And they kissed and made up like best friends.

And then we took a break from decorating and had pizza.

The End

Murder

They murdered my favorite tree this morning. A back hoe ripped it from the ground in less than 2 minutes.  I've been crying ever since.

Pyrus calleryana - Bradford

Dr Who

There are many things that cause a grown adult to suddenly turn into a giddy child.  A certain candy or the memory of a place and time, even a person.  How apropos then is it that one of my favorite sayings comes from the very character that makes me school girl giddy.

"There's no point to being grown up if you can't be childish sometimes"  The Doctor.

For years of my young life, as early as I can find memory truth to tell, I have been a Dr Who fan.  Thank you KUED for a bright spot of both British humor and good SciFi to shape my young mind.  Just as droves of young geeks will debate the words of Spock or the quantum-thermodynamics of a lightsaber, I cling to my Tardis and ride a wave of Dr. centric geekdum.

It was formally announced - less than an hour from this blog writing - that Dr Who will be filming in Utah.  This is my home state and my current living location.   Being the self respecting Whovian that I am I promptly posted it to Facebook and emailed a number of Whovian friends. I would have twittered, but I don't have a cell phone and I don't do twitter.  The point is the word had to get out and fast.

Many people flock to events like a visit from a politician or a religious leader, but not I.  I would do almost anything to simply stand off to the side silently while they filmed so that later I could, with renewed glee, say 'I was standing way off to the side when they filmed that!'

Some may think that's silly, and maybe it is, but feeling child like glee for a beloved character/show is much more world friendly than a political rally filled with hate or a protest march because you don't like what someone said. 

I'll take my giddy Whovianess any day and try to be happy knowing I was at least in the same state as the Tardis, the Dr. and his world.

Pure joys

I have had a trying couple of days.  A flux of wonderful and hurtful, but through it all my duaghter has been oblivious and I am glad.  I watch her and think of Christ asking us to be like little children.  The pure joys that they experiance because of things like a train whistle in the distance, showing a favorite stufed toy the ABC's in a book, the spray of a sprinkler, or the magic of bubbles.

If only we adults could let go of our obsessions over money, our vehemence over politics, our judgments in the name of religion, and such.  The world would be a better place.  today I think I'll stop for a nap, drink a glass of coco, color for a while, and look for the pure joy in the day.

Sunrise and Longfellow

A excerpt from Longfellow's "Sunrise On a Hill" and a photo of today's sunrise.

I stood upon the hills, when heaven's wide arch
Was glorious with the sun's returning march,
And woods were brightened, and soft gales
Went forth to kiss the sun-clad vales.

. . . 

If thou art worn and hard beset
With sorrows, that thou wouldst forget,
If thou wouldst read a lesson, that will keep
Thy heart from fainting and thy soul from sleep,
Go to the woods and hills! No tears
Dim the sweet look that Nature wears.

 

Fall has arived and I can breath again.  Sweet Potato and Pumpkin are on the shopping list, along with fresh peaches and pears.  Most autmns I get so inspired and this one is no exception, but I have a two year old that is in full fury.  No quiet mornings, no calm nights.  I rise like a zombie in the morning and tumble like the dead into bed at night.

I hope that I can get decorated for Halloween in a timely manor, that Thanksgiving (spent in a hotel this year) will not be a nightmare, and the Christmas will be uplifting. 

I miss the solitary falls of my single life.  I love Rick and my Boo, but I would love to spend a day quietly writing and drinking coco.  I should make some goals for myself;  not the loose weight and lower cholesterol kind, but the finish a tatted snowflake, make sweet potato casserole for no reason, or sew a wall hanging kind of goals.  My mother calls these moments "hyacinths for the soul"  I call them roses in winter.

What kinds of roses would you gather in winter? Mine will be small, but loved.  How about you?