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Halloween is a holiday not to be overlooked.  For me, it signals the beginning of winter, the end of daylight savings time, the start of the holiday season, quickly followed by Thanksgiving then Christmas, the end of the year.  Where did this year go?

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The ornament next an English Walnut shell that we kept from last winter - I'm not sure why - it still fits together perfectly. . .

orange

Pumpkins mean soon there will be children begging at my door for sweets, quickly followed by a full house of family eating turkey dinner.  Should it become a jack-o-lantern or a pumpkin pie, with tons of whipped topping?!  Either way, I can't wait!
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I was amazed to be able to see sand up by the stem.  I think I love orange!

Little Ladybug (Macro Monday)

Just a pretty little ladybug on a pumpkin on a nice sunny November Day.

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A Volunteer Pumpkin (Macro Monday)

This summer we discovered a little weed by our front steps.  We watched it grow into a vine, then we watched it flower, eventually it put on two small pumpkins, one didn't make it.

The weather changed and the vine started to wither.  I ran out to snap a few shots of the mysterious pumpkin before plucking it.

Smaller than a baseball, a tiny white pumpkin.  Wonder where it came from. . .

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I'VE HAD IT

Life has been busy lately, just seems to get more so all the time, doesn’t it? One of the things I have been doing differently, that seems to be working for me, is setting myself a goal of scrap booking 10 pages a week. It has enabled me to get started on the book from our vacation in May and I’m about halfway done. Yay me!  This is much better than never finding time to do it.

All of leaves have fallen, thank goodness I snapped a few pretty leaves before they left. These were taken less than a week ago, but if I were to snap one of the same area today you would wonder why I was showing you a bunch of twigs.

We voted already, so they can quit campaigning to us. :)  So nice that we can vote early in Wisconsin and not have to stand in those long lines on election day.

I almost forgot, Saturday evening I was standing in our driveway, waiting for hubs to come out so we could take some movies back and I discovered something, furry, kinda gray, on my suet feeder.  It was fairly dark out and I moved a little closer, trying to get a better look, I didn't see a beak, and although it was almost the size of a chipmunk the color did not look right.  Finally I got into the creature's space I guess because it ran up the small tree, from limb to limb lithely to the big tree.  It sat in the big tree chattering at me and by this point I knew it had four legs (not a bat), and small extremely bushy tail (not a chipmunk), no beak (not a bird) and I wondered. . .could it be(?). . .so, I ran walked nonchalantly to get a flashlight.  As I shined the light into the bare-leafed tree, the "critter" flew, or glided, across the driveway to a different tree. As I shined my light there it flew once again.  For the first time in my life I saw a flying squirrel, and didn't even get a photo.

Tristan is still infatuated with cameras. When his mom lets him shoot some photos, he aims, snaps, checks the back and laughs. He’s making me more than a little paranoid.

Since we do not trust a 19 month old with knives he was allowed to paint on his pumpkin. This involved fingers and . . .

. . .toes.

And inevitably a bath. He’s now looking for a job as painter. Anyone need some help? He will make your living room look unique. Btw, Dennis took the photos of Tristan, I was busy watching helping the young Picasso.

Ever had days like this?  I am curious about the story behind this gravestone. We found it in a real cemetery, it is a real stone and while there were others nearby with the same last name we were pretty dumbfounded by this one. What are your thoughts?