It was actually a beautiful, crispy clear morning.
This snow would not last long either, but it was pretty while it was here.
Iced pumpkin. That sounds like some sort of Starbucks treat. We don't have Starbucks anywhere close to us. I think my sister might think it unimaginable that we don't have a Starbucks, but somehow we soldier on and survive.
The corn has been taken off the fields this past week. I like when it is corn around us (as opposed to soybeans which are short and ugly for most of the time prior to harvest). The properties feel quite tucked in by the high walls of corn. You are looking at our neighbours lawn there. He cares a lot about his lawn. We are not slaves to our lawn. If it is green, it's part of the lawn, whether it is a weed or not. When it is mowed, it all looks the same.
When the weather gets colder, I gravitate toward what are called "Cozy Mysteries". This is not a great work of literature. It is just a nice, easy read, something I can enjoy before I turn the lights off at the end of the day. Now that I have visited England (albeit just one area), I can imagine the setting even better.
As I was taking a quick photo of the book this morning before starting my blog post, I thought you might enjoy an odd juxtaposition that is right beside the chair on which I set the book.
My husband uses this Buddha to hold the charge cord for the tablet. Ancient combined with modern day.
Have a lovely weekend, everyone!