Saturday, October 11, 2008
one fall day
I can hardly catch my breath.
My older daughter is home for the week-end and the day cannot hold enough minutes. In case you wonder how it is -- you know, when they grow up, go away, get a life, but then, for one fleeting suny fall week-end, you get them back. Home again. It's like this:
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Westside Community Farmers Market: fall berries
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Westside Community Farmers Market: sweet peppers
Purchase photo 2094
Downtown Farmers Market: sweet potatoes
Purchase photo 2093
Downtown Farmers Market: cauliflower
Downtown Farmers Market: pumpkin spice cake
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Tree Farm: hot pepper picking
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Tree Farm: picking flowers
Tree Farm: picking flowers and gourds with daughter
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Indian Lake County Park hiking trail
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Indian Lake County Park hiking trail, continued
And that's just before the sun goes down. Oh, daughters.
My older daughter is home for the week-end and the day cannot hold enough minutes. In case you wonder how it is -- you know, when they grow up, go away, get a life, but then, for one fleeting suny fall week-end, you get them back. Home again. It's like this:
Purchase photo 2096
Westside Community Farmers Market: fall berries
Purchase photo 2095
Westside Community Farmers Market: sweet peppers
Purchase photo 2094
Downtown Farmers Market: sweet potatoes
Purchase photo 2093
Downtown Farmers Market: cauliflower
Downtown Farmers Market: pumpkin spice cake
Purchase photo 2092
Tree Farm: hot pepper picking
Purchase photo 2091
Tree Farm: picking flowers
Tree Farm: picking flowers and gourds with daughter
Purchase photo 2090
Indian Lake County Park hiking trail
Purchase photo 2089
Indian Lake County Park hiking trail, continued
And that's just before the sun goes down. Oh, daughters.
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A reminder: I publish anonymous comments, but only if they're signed. If the New York Times can ask for a name, so can Ocean. Thanks for understanding.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! The rain last week encouraged the colors to come out AND saved the raspberries for yet another week. May we have an updated view of the shed, please?
ReplyDeleteI endorse your anonymous comment policy, though I admit the misuse of the word "anonymous" is a source of irritation. "Anonymous" means no one knows who it is. If you know, then it is not anonymous.
An anonymous source, for example, is a source that is not known to anyone. I lose this argument frequently, with people who say well usage has changed its meaning.
I'm a holdout. Don't even get me started on the misuse of deja vu...
George H.
I have a reader who signs his/her comments "bb." He/she is completely anonymous in that I haven't a clue as to who this person is. But I like knowing that it's bb again. (Or George H, for that matter.) Is there a difference between pseudo anonymity and pure anonymity? To me, yes. Is this logical? Probably not. Go figure.
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