Thanksgiving Day was very nice. I recently bought this little tabletop battery powered fireplace.
The family came over, and Dara loved sitting by the "fire".
Fire photos!
Candid shot of son and his wife.
A family photo of them as they were leaving. I am so thankful for them!
"A man‑made
flame is borrowed lightning, a fragile spark that teaches us both warmth and
wonder." 🔥
Well, the Big Cow has outdone himself this month. I think he has finally beat the Big Cat. He is a turkey. Or a Turcow, as I call him.
He has wings and a fine tail.
“With feathers that
ruffle and hooves that sway,
This cow brings
laughter to the harvest day.”
We spotted this Sun Spot in the sky the other day. It's real name is Sun Dog, but I prefer to call them Sun Spots. They usually occur when the sun is low in the sky, and sometimes there is one on each side of the sun. They are caused by a refraction of ice crystals high in the atmosphere.
And OF COURSE there were lots of wires. But Mr. Squirrel on the wire to the left is enjoying it.
“The sky invents echoes so the sun won’t shine alone.”
The Big Cat is ready to eat some turkey! He is doing his duty as a pilgrim. And his hat says "Gobble Till Ya Wobble".
I will be visiting blogs, but not posting till after Thanksgiving, as I know many of you will be too busy to read blogs. I hope you all have a wonderful Thanksgiving!
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The grocery store not only had dyed poinsettias, but they were covered in glitter!
"Poinsettias are winter’s fire, burning bright without
flame, a quiet hymn of color."
We passed this house with the most delightful things in the yard. They had a homemade train full of scarecrows!!
Here is their front door
This is the house that made planters from old tires. They paint them for the seasons.
And they have this planter made from tires and a large bucket.
"Through
twilight fields it thundered on, a train of straw-bound sentinels, faces
stitched with silence, eyes of burlap gazing at the stars. Each
carried the hush of harvest, their journey a hymn to forgotten
soil."
I captured this plane flying into the heart of the sunset. You can barely see it again in the second photo.
This photo shows the Blue Ridge Mountains in the dusk
"Flying into the
heart of the sunset is to chase the horizon’s last golden breath."
Just down the hill are these trees in their fall yellow color. I love them.
"Yellow trees
are autumn’s lanterns, glowing with the quiet fire of farewell."
Hey! Guess what we passed today? The first Christmas decorating I have seen this year. And it is so cute!
"That first
decoration carries the weight of memory, like opening a beloved storybook each
winter."
Coming up to this tree from a short distance, it looks like a red maple to me.
Getting closer, I see that it is not.
It is not leaves, but berries. I have never seen so many berries on a tree!
I am thinking it may be a Holly tree. There is an old story that if you have large Holly trees around your house, it won't get struck by lightning. This traces back to the Celts & Druids, who believed Holly is a symbol of protection.
“The holly stands
guard in storm and silence—its spiny leaves a charm against lightning’s wrath,
its berries a promise of light in winter’s dark.”
Yes, I am a peeping Tom. That is, when I am in front of store windows and doors in the fall. They reflect some beautiful fiery trees. Witness Kroger and Kohl's.
“A window is not just
an opening—it’s a pause for beauty to walk in.”
“Sun rays are
whispers of warmth—golden threads that stitch light into the fabric of the sky.”
Thanksgiving Day was very nice. I recently bought this little tabletop battery powered fireplace. The family came over, and Dara loved sitt...
