Picked and packed and posing: Mr. T, Green Girl & Mr. G.I've quit hating on fall--I blame the awesome weather we've been having since Saturday. Absolutely gorgeous and sunshine-y and mild. I grubbed in the garden. I watched Wisconsin teams DOMINATE over their opponents all weekend (seriously--no other state in the Union is cheering like we are--our Monday sports section in the newspaper is twice as thick now with all the reporting of Badgers and Packers and Brewers). I ran a sensational 26:37 for my 3 mile candidate training run. (Actually, that last bit is both good and bad--that was my goal for my final run time and now I have to beat it for two more weekends--is that even possible? I asked Mr. O if he was fudging my run time and he laughed at me--guess not.) Our neighbors had fireworks, Team Testosterone (plus Mr. B's BFF Mr. A) played hard and long outside and we picked the pumpkin patch.
Mr. B, convicted truant, biting into an apple.The boys played flag football, we ordered take-out pizza on Saturday and grilled a big ol' tenderloin on Sunday--ate it with a side of salad, green beans, potato salad and butterscotch brownies warm from the oven.
Loading the bags in a sunny orchard.
How can a person be grumpy with so many blessings? Asters in bloom, a new propane tank and contract (saving us a lot of money), apples--so many apples! I bought one of those nifty corer-peeler gadgets and things have gotten pretty saucy around here.
C'mere you little rascals, mama wants to give you big hugs.Turns out a little fresh air and sunshine is exactly what this Green Girl needed. Spill it, reader.
Picked and packed and posing: Mr. T, Green Girl & Mr. G.
Mr. B, convicted truant, biting into an apple.
Loading the bags in a sunny orchard.
C'mere you little rascals, mama wants to give you big hugs.
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