I had planned on sharing this image with you at the end of October. That was overtaken by unfortunate events.
I stepped out the back door, camera in hand. I wanted to capture an image of the autumnal evening, which was dominated by a cloud-obscured moon. The mood was fitting for the season.
It felt good to step back inside. There I was safe from the sights and sounds. Safe from things that go “BUMP” in the night.
Time to crawl into bed and pull the covers over your head.
Do you remember this scene from an early post here on Secondary Roads?
A couple of weeks went by, and the scene had changed.
Makes me feel a bit sad. As if earth is mourning the passing of Sylvia’s father.
At Dad Harris’ funeral, I could clearly see what his great grandchildren are becoming. The young men, there were a number of them, are all tall, handsome and strong. The one exception was a baby great grandson. Briana was the only great granddaughter present. If you read this blog you know what she is like. All of the great grands are doing well in careers or in school.
While Dad’s time has past, there are other generations that are taking up the mantle. I could feel sad about the past . . . even the present. In spring, life returns. The cycle goes on.
Three things will last forever—faith, hope, and love—and the greatest of these is love.
In the rush and scurry of this past week, I was unable to post a couple of images and stories. I’d like to share one with you today.
Looks like we’ll be enjoying butternut squash for the next year. Our garden came through for us once again. Sylvia will bake these and then, when they are cool, she’ll scoop out the squash and divide them into meal-size portion, putting them in plastics bags. We’ll form them flat in the bags, stack them on a tray and pop them into the freezer.
We had some problems with bags “gripping” onto the wires that constitute the freezer shelves. The tray keeps them in perfect shape. Once the food is frozen, we remove the tray.
In the garden, there are blossoms on the peas. However, there is only one pod and that is not developing. I was hoping to pick peas in November. Hmmm . . . Maybe if I plant them indoors. The walk-out end of the basement gets plenty of light, and it’s cool. Not sure if the days are long enough for their health.
Looks like a second touch of Indian summer this week. That’s very nice.