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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 complimenting 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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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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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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Random drivel.

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Autumn is here and it’s by far my favorite time of year. Crisp air, brightly colored foliage, pumpkins, apples… what’s not to love?

Of course if you’re my husband, who just spent countless thousands turning his barn into a man cave, you might not fully embrace the season.

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Because nothing says ‘private domain of men’ more than a strategically placed fall wreath.

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And speaking of turning leaves….

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Ours are just beginning to put on a show. It’s the season I starting twitching for a road trip to the mountains. Whether that will happen is still up for debate.

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Weren’t expecting that?

Neither was I, but it popped up on my FB feed all the same.

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A photo of Lord Dudley Mountcatten meeting my new toy. He was not impressed, but I am.

Since blowing out my knee last year, getting on all fours to scrub the kitchen floor has been a no no. Enter the Bissell steam mop. Cheap and surprisingly efficient.

How well did it clean the floor?

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So well that I literally gasped at how filthy it had become.

In my defense, I mopped right after a rain storm and had to erase an artful array of the husband’s muddy boot prints, but still.

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Is it me?

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Christina’s World is one of Andrew Wyeth’s most famous paintings.

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So surely I can’t be the only one who sees the similarities here….

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Let’s examine the Museum of Modern Art’s description. I’ve circled the pertinent parts for comparison.

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Am I right, or am I right?

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And while Lord Dudley doesn’t have polio like poor Christina, he does share her propensity for crawling…. so I’m calling it.

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Right and wrong.

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Most of the time my Facebook ads get it wrong.

I don’t need ball wash soap or help with a bigger orgasm. I also don’t need ball hammock underwear, yet the hits just keep on coming. The latest is Halloween themed… and so very, very wrong.

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Do I need to see Frankenstein gettin’ his freak on? I most certainly do not.

But every once in a while, the algorithm hits a bit closer to the mark.

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And horrible grammatical translation aside, at least this one includes alcohol….with undertones of barn bar which we all know is near and dear to my heart.

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Planning is key.

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I went outside Saturday morning and found my husband had started putting sealant on the barn porch.

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I used to do this every 2-3 years but since blowing out my knee last fall, the job fell to him this time.

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He enlisted a friend to help and they were hard at it all morning.

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I made them a nice lasagna lunch, cleaned up the kitchen and went out later in the afternoon to check the progress.

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Things were rolling along fine until the end.

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When my husbands superior planning skills were fully evident.

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