So long Thanksgiving ~ thanks for the memories . . .

Still thankful for the pumpkins,












and the decorations,



and the folks who came,







and the pie!

frost on the pumpkin

This was the first morning the outdoor temperature was below freezing (30 ish). There was ice in Woody's water dish and there would have been frost on the pumpkins, but they were all tucked into their little basket in the laundry room with the spaghetti squash. They are headed for pies for Thanksgiving.

really google, get a life

I think I will never be able to log in to google plus again, now that I've conquered signing into the old blogspot. This would be allright, but I had so much fun hanging out with the schillinog/roseberry peeps this morning, I'd hate to just let that go. Anyway, I'm thinking on this blog thing. On the one hand, I'd like to take it up again, with some kind of focus. On the other hand, it seems to me there are waaaaayyy too many words being sent into the void already, and what would be the point of adding to the babble?