You’re the honey and the moon

I realized I hadn’t written for several days; I get like this, you know. I just get to doing things and suddenly several days have gone by. So tonight after dinner, I went outside with my camera as a fog was rolling in, planning on sharing them with you in a post.

I thought the evening was quite beautiful in its mist-enshrouded way.

You can really tell it’s October.

 

I stood under the dogwood tree out back.

 

And then moved from under it to capture the towering old black locust trees that stand guard over the property here on the hill.

 

My husband is having some issues, but all is ok. For now, anyway. Sometimes he says things and I have to guess from the clues he gives me what he’s trying to tell me. Of course, sometimes he can remember stats on horses in their racing careers and their breeding lines, so this comes and goes – this memory thing.

Tonight he said when I came inside, “Did you see Judy’s flowers?”

Now my sister’s name is Judy but I had no idea what he was talking about. He could tell I needed another clue.

“I planted them for her”, he told me.

 

I still wasn’t sure what he meant but the only flowers that are blooming right now are the mums and then suddenly -  I remembered. It was nearly a year ago when my sisters, Char and Judy, were here with me helping us through my husband’s third brain surgery. Judy borrowed the car one day and came back with all of these pretty mums that we put into planters to cheer up the place.

Later on that fall, my husband planted them and this year they are blooming quite nicely.

He calls them “Judy’s flowers.”

 

What we’re going to do with all these aloe plants is another story.

The aloe forest started with a single small plant that my husband brought home in 2008 for a burn on his arm. Four years later, we have quite the collection.

 

The fog is beautiful.

Peaceful.

 

 

I watch as my husband clears the table and our son does the dishes. Tonight I made pork chops, rice, and peas and it was pretty good. Used this pork chop recipe I found:

Pork Chops with Apples and Onions

Very autumnal and the house smelled divine while it was simmering on the stove.

 

Once she had promised Wilbur she was going to save his life, Charlotte was determined to keep her promise. Day after day, she hung from her web and waited patiently for an idea to come to her. ~excerpt from Charlotte’s Webb

 

 

We all live under the same sky, but we don't all have the same horizon.  ~Konrad Adenauer

 

On my daily drive last week, I heard a tune on WXPN out of Philadelphia that I really liked. I hear a lot of excellent artists on that public radio station and we’re lucky to have it. I can hear it all the way to Baltimore whenever I go with my husband.

Here’s the song:

 

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Hope you have a peaceful week, my friends and I thank you for coming by to visit today ~