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Fall.
Autumn in New England.
Cooler temps, brightly colored leaves, pumpkins and yes…
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An abundance of apples from our trees which means….
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It’s time to bake.
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Apple fritter bread.
So damned good.
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My favorite time of year.
Pandemic humor
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Because I’m wondering if we’ll ever be done with this nightmare.
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Brilliant idea.
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I hate when that happens.
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Finally!
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And please, no pictures.
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Technically not Covid humor, but hey… if the shoe fits.
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A little backyard color.
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I’m going to bore you with more autumn photos.
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Because even walking around the backyard is lovely during this season.
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Blueberry bushes aren’t very attractive most of the year, but the red is pretty striking now.
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And you’ll be happy to know the un-manning of the man cave porch continues… with 5 chrysanthemums and two pumpkins complementing the wreath.
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Apples?
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Our trees are bursting with more than we can use. But why are the best ones always so damned high up?
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It’s that time of the month again….
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Good grief, no. Not that.
I’m talking about this time of the month:
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The oh shit, hasn’t that gift subscription expired yet time of the month.
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And as usual, the articles are of the highest journalistic integrity.
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Doesn’t seem like such a glamorous job now does it.
The latest trend in eye makeup is now on my things I never need to try because they’re stupid list.
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And because it’s apparently mandatory in every issue..
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Sex.
And while I’m decidedly pro sex, I think these helpful hints leave a lot to be desired.
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I can pretty much guarantee I want to wank your knob are six words that will never be uttered in our bedroom.
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No.
Mr. Cuddles will never be put in a compromising position. Especially that one.
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That’s just wrong.
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The last of the chucks.
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The woodchucks have left the building.
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After momma chuck and her spring brood of voracious garden nibblers cut a swath of destruction through my flower gardens this spring….
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And fattened up quickly at our all you can eat buffet this summer….
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They have now moved on to where ever the hell it is woodchucks go in the fall.
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And all I’m left with is empty flower pots and leftover photos to sort through.
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Let’s play.
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Stop grumbling. I know you like these things ….
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I am in Deaf Smith County Texas. The hill country… which I’m assured can be quite beautiful.
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And while I love James Lee Burke’s Louisiana detective Robicheaux series, the Texas Billy Bob Holland series doesn’t quite measure up for me.
And considering their political climate of restricting voting rights and a woman’s right to chose?
Texas is probably not the best place for me to wake up right now.
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It’s a dangerous time of the year for me to drive.
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Early autumn.
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The leaves are just starting to turn in our area and I’m always spell bound by the colors.
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So I drive one handed, snapping pictures.
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I know I shouldn’t..
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But when Mother Nature puts on a show… attention must be paid.
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The great white (grey) hunter.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten has notched another kill in his proverbial belt.
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On a stroll past the woodshed this morning, he darted inside and came up with a squeaker.
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But again, after catching it?
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He looked a little perplexed about what to do with it.
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It’s hard to watch him toying with it, but before long?
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Another carcass.
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They’re all heart.
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I’m not a fan of artichokes. I mean really, who has the time?
But I am a fan of the Jerusalem artichokes our farming neighbor across the road grows every year.
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Because when they blossom in the fall?
They are a seriously impressive sight.
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Human in far left corner for scale.
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When your flowers tower over the harvesting truck?
That’s a damned impressive bloom.
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A little rich for my blood.
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It’s been established I like beer.
All kinds of beer.
But this beer?
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Hmm…
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28%?
Damn.
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While I’d be interested in trying it…
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At $240 a bottle I might wait for someone else to buy it.
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