Fall arrives indoors.

With cooler temps come warmer projects. Crocheting juices are reawakened and my projects are spread throughout the house. Yarn bombs have exploded here. 

The changing of the wardrobe. Shorts are packed away. Sweaters are gently tucked into drawers. 

(We still haven't turned off the AC. Yet.)

French bread is baking as I type. It was an easy recipe. 

I guess I should clean the oven door?

I have put on my sweater and taken it off about 2 dozen times today. Room thermostats and my thermostat are not reliable in early fall. 

Soups and bread are tempting my palette. I will let you know if the bread tastes good.

Sister Lynn is in my heart this day. Reconstruction is happening right now. 

God be with her. 

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When great minds think alike....

...and you show up for your hair appointment and your stylist has animal leggings on, too.

It was a fun moment.

Be sweet.

Shalom, y'all.

Hey. Remember me?

Yea, yea, I know. Where have I been? 

Busy. That's where. 

Doing stuff. That's what. 

Festivals and whatnot. 

Got to ride up the road with my girlies last week for a fun shopping day.

Didn't buy a thing but lunch.

Daughter, The Super Carrot, and I attended the Kentuck Festival on Saturday. The weather was just right, and there is shade at the Kentuck.

Wish I had a armored car full of money. There was lots that I would have bought that day.

I purchased the new signage that dons my den wall now. 

I also purchased this nice abstract tile. And. Have ordered her two sisters to keep her company.

Prolly on my kitchen wall above me sink. Thanks for the suggestion, Daughter!

So today I have lunch with my same two girlies. (One of us is MIA: up north caring for her very sick daughter. One of us was home sick herownself. That left three of us.)

Time of life talk - retirement, divorce, aches and pains. We didn't linger like usual...the divorce is a daughter of one of us. She had to get going to meet a grandson after school while her daughter met with her attorney. Sad business, that. 

After lunch I dropped by our art center to secure tickets to see the Vienna Boys Choir. 

I found this ginkgo leaf on the sidewalk downtown. The photo doesn't do the green justice. 

I love the fall leaves. Our colors are just starting to be noticeable. We had so much good rain this year that leaf dropping has been delayed. The ginkgo usually turns after most trees have already gone bare. Then they become a brilliant gold color and, in the course of about a day, the tree lets go of the leaves. We have several in front of church. The day they drop there is a gold carpet to walk on. It's pretty cool. 

Our temps are finally cooling. It was 49 this morning. Supposed to be 39 tomorrow morning. 

And yet. I still have my summer clothes in my drawers and closets. We haven't turned off the AC.

Yet. 

I just might put the quilt on the bed tonight. Turn on the ceiling fan and get cozy. 

I do like fall. 

Shalom, y'all. 

Wrap up the week and a storm called Nate.

Grandparents's Day at the Super Carrot's elementary school started my week on the good foot.

She wore her kitten ears to school. We met in the hall and I ate in the cafeteria with her.

Afterwards she showed me her classroom and I walked with her to computer lab. Then it was over and I went and sat with Daughter while she grabbed a quick lunch. I followed her back to her new office building and went inside to see where she works now. It is an old hospital building on campus. Still feels like a hospital. 

The weather has been dry as of late. While watering this week I noticed that the east end of the raised bed is doing way better than the west end. Difference is the east end got the compost. West end got the bagged "soil" from Lowe's. Hmmm. 

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Wednesday night oldest sister and her husband stopped at Sister Paulette's house for the night on their way home from visiting children, grandchildren, and their first great-grandchild in Kentucky. We had them out for supper. It was simple fare. Hobo stew, salad, bread. I even scorched the stew. Yet, it still tasted good. 

Thursday night, after a day of Bible study and an outside garden club meeting that I help host, I enjoyed a huge apple hand picked in Kentucky by sister an BIL. I complimented it with cheese, a stale bagette, and a cabernet sauvignon. Good supper. Macho ate leftover stew.

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Friday I attended the funeral of a fellow parishioner. She was too young to die, but had struggled with mental and physical health issue all her adult life. She was a very faith filled person that loved God and believed in the power of prayer with all her heart. 

I don't know how to convey the next part of my day. I got a text message informing me that one of my garden club friends had died Thursday night. The deceased had just emailed me Thursday morning. I couldn't get my mind around it. Surely the message was erroneous. She only had a torn hamstring, she said. She couldn't help host garden club - the doctor said stay off the leg. And now someone was telling me she died. I got home and checked Facebook only to see condolences already being written. I called other garden club friends to confirm. Then I saw the obituary in the local afternoon paper. I was in shock. I was sad. Still am. Still want to not believe it. 

I was just getting to knower well. She had just retired earlier this year. She celebrated her 60th birthday last month. She was younger then me. 

Oh God, give me the strength to find the thanksgiving in all things. 

Shalom.