Halloween has come and gone. It’s one of, if not, our favorite holidays. We have friends that have a great party the Saturday before, and it something we look forward to for months.
One of the creative parts of the evening, besides hours of jamming, is pumpkin carving. You bring a prepped pumpkin, and carve it there. This year, they made us bring them home after the party. Otherwise, they end up with 30 jack O’ lanterns on the front porch. Some people would love that, but not this time.
So, we ended up with four, instead of the two we carve the night before Halloween. We were kinda happy about that, as we gazed down the driveway…
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After a busy weekend of chores, errands, humdrum, we decided to go for a bike ride this afternoon, to a lovely route. The Stone Bridge Trail is in northern Illinois, and gets it’s name from a massive limestone block bridge, assembled in the late 1800′s… You don’t realize that you are even riding over it, but, there are observation points-not that a bridge needs observing,but- to see the stream going through the area…
A perfect summer day to feel the sun on your back, the smells of dust, foliage, crops, and the wind carrying the sounds of several species of birds… Life is good…..
So, spring is here in the Midwest. Warm, cool. Sunny, rainy. It changes, moment to moment. We do so enjoy the return of the flowers popping out, and the sound of the small waterfall in the pond, and Vinnie, the bouncer gargoyle. Standing by the pond, Feeling the sun on your shoulders, and hearing the birds coming out of winter retirement, is a real elixir of the soul.
It’s the little things that make life joyful…
We were lucky enough to get together with friends on Saturday night for a bonfire to celebrate the largest full moon in, what, twenty years. A wonderful dinner of grilled cheeseburgers, fixings, conversation with good friends, and, for dessert, the ever popular Midwest favorite- s’mores. However, we made a minor miscalculation- we picked up the GIANT sized marshmallows. They do not fit in a normal s’more. They ooze and fall out and off the graham cracker. Sigh- failure. Luckily, there were normal marshmallows in quick range of purchasing. So, we did… But, for fun, Maggie tossed one of the monstermallows into the fire, and, WOW, did they come alive! Expand. Sizzle. Move. Smoke. Whoa… And so, we would, on occasion toss another one in to appease the girl scout goddesses… A fun night…
