Hello Autumn

It’s my favorite season and I even have some pictures that are appropriate! My sisters, Mom, and I walked our dogs in front of a house down the street from my sisters’ house every day. This house has a LOT of decorations in the yard, on top of bushes, and hanging from the house itself all the time, except in the deep of winter. Here is one side of the backyard:

Where does all this go in the winter?

This is pretty typical of what the front and side yards of the house looks like. This is the bird corner, while the front yard has astrolabes, sundials, and all sorts of flowers everywhere. But, around the middle of September, this happened:

OMG they are staring at me!

and the side looked like this:

Children of the Corn

They were all new, according to sisters, as he had different decorations last year. I would love to know what his decoration budget is, because those were a lot of bodies right there. My sisters were walking by when the neighbors who owned the white fence in the first picture told this fellow that he couldn’t hang anything from their fence! He sure goes all out with his decorations. I figure he must buy things online, otherwise, how could he get so many of the same things? None of the local Michaels, Big Lots, or Hobby Lobbys have 400 scarecrows!

It was great to get back to CO and go shopping with Kathy. We did go to a couple of garage sales which seem to have been sort of poopy this year in both MI and CO. Lots of kids’ things and clothing, not much else. This lady’s sale broke the mold:

She always has a lot of dolls so we go to see if this time she has something we can’t live without. We thought this group of baby doll furniture was pretty darn cute. You could do much worse than buying this for your little one while they are playing with dollies, or for any adult who still plays with their dolls. We like Barbies and fashion dolls; who are we to cast aspersions on our fellow doll lovers?

This made us laugh nostalgically:

It would be hard to explain now-a-days about the sounds that push-button phones used to make while you entered phone numbers. I’m pretty sure you couldn’t play Moonlight Sonata on a phone, but maybe Old MacDonald. B.H. used to play these videos before his computer science class started because it was amusing how many songs could be played on printers and scanners!

Man, this is a large and complex shell picture:

If you like these kinds of pictures, this is a pretty good example in pretty good shape. Someone spent a lot of time gluing, and miracle of miracles, it’s held together well. Here’s a different angle:

In the lower left corner of the background you can see a lot of hair. I wonder if a cat used these shells to pet themself, or do some self-brushing. It would probably feel pretty good through all that fur!

Someone was having fun making fantastical pins:

I’m trying to remember if this was some metallic fabric that you cut out shapes with, or more of a metallic foil used for crafting. It sure is puffy, which makes it hard to figure out if this is a woodpecker or perhaps a cardinal? A roadrunner? It sure is goofy, but if you taught young grade school kids, or worked at a nursing home, for instance, it would probably make your audience smile. For two stylin’ middle-age ladies, not so much!

This shoe reminded me of a poem I used to read when I was a kid:

Wynken, Blynken, and Nod

Eugene Field – 1850-1895

Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night
   Sailed off in a wooden shoe,—
Sailed on a river of crystal light
   Into a sea of dew.
“Where are you going, and what do you wish?”
   The old moon asked the three.
“We have come to fish for the herring-fish
   That live in this beautiful sea;
   Nets of silver and gold have we,”
            Said Wynken,
            Blynken,
            And Nod.

The old moon laughed and sang a song,
   As they rocked in the wooden shoe;
And the wind that sped them all night long
   Ruffled the waves of dew;
The little stars were the herring-fish
   That lived in the beautiful sea.
“Now cast your nets wherever you wish,—
   Never afraid are we!”
   So cried the stars to the fishermen three,
            Wynken,
            Blynken,
            And Nod.

All night long their nets they threw
   To the stars in the twinkling foam,—
Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe,
   Bringing the fishermen home:
‘Twas all so pretty a sail, it seemed
   As if it could not be;
And some folk thought ’twas a dream they’d dreamed
   Of sailing that beautiful sea;
   But I shall name you the fishermen three:
            Wynken,
            Blynken,
            And Nod.

Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes,
   And Nod is a little head,
And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies
   Is a wee one’s trundle-bed;
So shut your eyes while Mother sings
   Of wonderful sights that be,
And you shall see the beautiful things
   As you rock in the misty sea
   Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three:—
            Wynken,
            Blynken,
            And Nod


This picture was so mystifying:

Why is this woman, dressed so nicely with a corsage, posed right next to the fireplace? Why is she staring fixedly at her clock, or her figurines and candles? She has a worried/confused/alarmed expression on her face as if she’s wondering why she’s posed this way, too. Maybe she is just supposed to give the picture scale, but it sure is odd. We looked at the back to see if anyone had written an explanation, but no such luck. Any ideas out there in the peanut gallery?


I wanted to thank people for their kind thoughts about my dad. Sadly, he passed away about two weeks ago, surrounded by his wife of 65 years and five kids. He was a wonderful dad and growing up all of our friends always wanted to go to our house because it was so much fun. I’m grateful that he didn’t have to suffer, and was at peace. He said he didn’t have any regrets, and that is a life well-lived in my book.

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10 Responses to Hello Autumn

  1. romitazz says:

    I’m very sorry to hear of your Dad’s passing Deb. He sounds like a wonderful man. My thoughts are with you – big hugs from Rosemarie in Calgary.

    • kathy & deb says:

      Thanks Rosemarie—he was. It was a gift to be able to spend the summer and early fall with him after being separated with the pandemic, although that was tough on my husband and friends. Hugs back, Deb

  2. Stephanie J Gazell says:

    I’m so sorry you’ve lost your Dad, Deb. I’m glad he had such a rich life and that you can celebrate that. Sending you thoughts of comfort.

    • kathy & deb says:

      Thanks Steph, it is hard, but he had such a wonderful life and got to chose his moment to leave. That’s quite a gift for him and all of us. I was glad that I was there after being separated with the pandemic. It would have been way worse without that time. Hugs, Deb

  3. So sorry for your loss. Hugs, and glad you had time with him! Sandi

    • kathy & deb says:

      Thanks Sandi. It would have been awful if I couldn’t have spent the summer and fall with him and my mom after the pandemic kept us apart for almost 2 years. It also helped that he was at peace, so we could just enjoy our time with him. He was a dad right up to the end, making it easy for us all! Hugs, Deb

  4. Lovindollz says:

    So sorry to hear about the passing of your dad. Sending big hugs to you and your family.

    Demetria

    • kathy & deb says:

      Thank you Demetria! I’m so glad that I stayed most of the summer and part of the fall. Those were precious days. Hugs, Deb

  5. Ivy Perez says:

    I am sorry for the loss of your father. So glad you were able to spend a bit of time before he left this earth. I’m hoping fond memories will ease your grief during this time.
    Ivy

    • kathy & deb says:

      Thank you Ivy for your kind thoughts about my dad. It was wonderful to spend the summer together after being separated during the pandemic. You’re right that those memories are comforting. Deb

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