

Keto. Flowers. Goldens in the garden. Welcome!
This is what a week of 60 degree weather can do for a garden. It's been beautiful. Tonight's forecast is cold and windy with rain.
Modern Bonica. The leaves are as pretty now as they were in summer. The bloom, not so much, but still incredible for November.
We had way way too much to eat, including four deserts--apple pie, pumpkin pie, caramel pecan pie, and cherry-pineapple dump cake. I wonder why no one ate the salad? We missed Rachel and Judson something awful. The dishes are all washed. Zoe, Lucas, and Nelly are sleeping. The guys are watching football. Happy Thanksgiving.
More artwork from the boys' school years. I'll have to ask Judson who Mary McBride is. Actually, it's three turkeys this morning--the third one is cooking in the Nesco Roast-Air oven. 
I like this one better. Most of this arrangement is a recycle of the flowers from the last pie. Amazingly long vase life for those beautiful dyed sunflowers. And sticks improve any arrangement.
I'll have to leave the posey-in-a-wine-glass up to the Bonny Doon company. The posey is okay, but with the short stems it's top-heavy and really easy to tip over. Those ladies at BD must use a really heavy pedestal glass to hold theirs upright. The flowers at the florists and the grocery stores are pretty, but I miss my garden flowers something awful.
It can barely be seen, but Isaac signed this one, vertically down the lower right. Must have been from kindergarden or first grade.
Lately I have been cleaning out closets. Usually that's something I consider a chore to put off for years, but I've found the most wonderful things as we've been going through all this stuff. Here's a Thanksgiving drawing that Judson did back in grade school. I love the detail.
This was taken a year or two before Tommy died. He's sitting on his brand new Harley and he is so happy, so proud of it. He loved riding motorcycles. A big one like this for the road, or racing little scrappy ones through the muddy woods. I bet he's still riding.
We went to the Art Institute in Chicago, which was fabulous. Mark made fun of me because I took this first picture. In fact, he called me a hick! But I swear, it was the prettiest pat of butter I've ever seen in my life. We were tired and starving and when the waiter brought that warm, fresh bread, it felt like heaven. That's a beauty aster in the vase--a great cut flower that lasts and lasts. The second shot is through one of the windows looking over a beautiful little garden with huge trees--very simple and formal.
Time keeps on slippin. . .into the future. Wasn't that a song? The colors are beautiful in the back yard. Hard to believe it's November. It's been a big year.
These were meant to be posted yesterday but I couldn't get the pictures to upload to blogger. Anyway, these little Halloween things made me smile and remember those moments when the boys were young and so excited about trick-or-treating.