Where do the days, weeks go
it is past mid September
fall is in the air
my creative bug has hit me
I painted up some pumpkins
one for a friend celebrating a birthday above
and one for me below.
Plus my friend Barb joined me and painted a pumpkin too.
I like her Bitter Sweet too!
I brought out some of my fall things to
place here and there around the house.
I found a cute little owl
and this glass pumpkin at Pier One the other day . . .
A basket of Annabelle Hydrangeas
added a touch of green to the coffee table.
I have been reading constantly and enjoying it tremendously.
I liked John Hart's, The Last Child and have followed him since.
I just finished reading his riveting, brilliantly written
I am ready for something light and easy now for a few days.
another great grand
will arrive sometime in February . . .
Question, so when grandchildren have their babies
would their babies be second cousins
to one another.
Oh my, I am confused . . .
Grandson Cody is making all the furniture
for their "first new to be" little one.
Changing table/chest, small chest and crib.
Cody watched some videos on line,
and said to himself,
"I can do this"
and away in went.
Watching them be excited,
making furniture, painting the room,
makes me excited too.
As soon as this piece is finished he will start on the crib.
Remember that fence I had on here in the spring
and I wondered what the berries were . . .
sure look like grapes to me.
Have you seen the galvanized pumpkins while shopping?
I really like them . . . the price not so much!
Take a look at Kerin's blog link below
to see what they look like.
when I am not reading
or dreaming about more great grandbabies
or snapping pictures
or sprucing up the house
you can find me outdoors
cleaning the gardens
and putting things to sleep for the winter
the leaves are beginning to show their colors here in Michigan
and the acorns are falling fast and furious.
you know the old wives tale
lot's of acorns, lots of snow.
fine by me
I love fall and winter.
that is it for me
"week in a blink."
See you soon!
Love . . . Lynne