This is a peek at the weigela in our back garden. What’s left of it. Ha-ha. Ho-ho. Hee-hee. The back garden that is. It’s the first real sign of fall color we’ve had. If you’re cruising down the road, it’s a little more evident.
The fencers have been delayed by rain. Can I get another ha-ha, ho-ho, hee-hee?
Thanksgiving weekend was warm, unlike today. Today it’s 49 Fahren as I tap out these post words. I made a pumpkin pie anyway. Probably the best pumpkin pie I’ve ever made. It’s gone, baby, gone.
True Confessions ~
I have a thang for Maynards Sour Patch Kids. I buy them once a year for Halloween.
For. The. Trick-Or-Treaters.
I buy them early to get a good price. They go in a cupboard that requires a step stool. I pat myself on the back for being penny-wise and early with the treats.
And then, late at night when I’m
writing semi-comatose on the couch, I hear those sly Sour Patch Kids calling my name. I type faster kick up the volume on Friends. The cupboard door begins to rattle.
Just one. I could open the box and take just one mini pack. 4 little Sour Patch Kids. It won’t even make a dent.
So. I do.
And hour later there are 5 empty packs of Sour Patch Kids on the couch, my tongue looks like a bumpy rainbow, and I’m on a Sour Patch Kids sour high.
Only 20 more days until Halloween.
Maybe I could put a combo lock on that cupboard. I was never good with those.
What’s your Halloween treat addiction?
Here be Hump Day.
Let’s just zip right through it on a Sour Patch high.