Bought a half bushel of Macintosh apples from the farmers’ market Monday, canned 13 pints of applesauce and 12 half-pint jars of apple butter, and still have a few apples left. Quite the feast, if you like apples. Now I just need some good bread and Schmierkaes…

The figure in the mind remains elusive,
The seat-shape here and there a tad obtrusive,
But were a chair more easily extrusive,
The making it would be far less amusive.

Upon an eve so dreary, damp, and gray
As Jack o’ lanterns left Thanksgiving Day,
Umbrella’d ninjas, candy cognoscenti,
Leave us only Nerds and Good ‘n’ Plenty.

Seriously, it just doesn’t get old.

Another day, another sunset. (yawn)

The view from my workshop.

Hummingbird moth at the lantana.

Current reading.

For several minutes this afternoon a hawk sat on the edge of my bird bath, scanning the yard. Alone of all the smaller animals a hummingbird went about its business, sampling the late flowers. There is a motivational speech in there somewhere but I’d need more coffee to make it.