We had enough cold weather this past winter that the plum trees bore fruit. We didn't eat much of it because Bob is a big fan of plum jelly so he hoarded the plums in the freezer until we had enough for a couple of batches.
It reminded me of when Mom would time her bread baking so that the loaves were coming out of the oven just when Mike and I got home from school. Poor Dad would come home a couple of hours later to a home that was still wafty with the scent of fresh bread--but not a crumb left, and a wife and two kids too full to be interested in dinner.
Starting to plan the Halloween trail now. Yesterday I was talking to Thomas--one of the guys who does the haunted maze. He is looking for a source of cheap mannequins to dress in robes (there will be real people mixed in with them). "Cheap" is the operative word. I told him that he didn't need anything realistic--the human psyche is hardwired to interpret anything even vaguely human as a person (the same hardwiring causes us to see human faces in clouds, tree bark, and any two dots and a line). To prove my point (and I'll need some wraiths myself anyway) I knocked this together. Amazing what a couple of old sheets can accomplish:
CRITTER DU JOUR
And it's that season again. Got a call last night from a friend whose neighbor found a baby squirrel. This little girl is probably about a week old and so far is doing well. And yes--that's a quarter beside her. Now I have to try to find a couple more so she won't be on her own. Looks like 2 a.m. feedings for awhile.
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