Humpity Day: And So It Begins…

 

Autumn! 

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.

Elen

Single Shot Monday: The North Wind Doth Blow…

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You wanna click that bigger. Just sayin’.

Okay, all you desaturation naysayers.

Here is Wednesday’s desaturation shot in all its original glory.

The nekkid truth.

Speaking of nekkid, which I can’t seem to stop doing.

The leaves on that tree are grounded.

The north wind doth blow.

And Monday is in the house.

I have eleventy-hundred words to write.

Let’s just crank out the work.

Or jump in a pile of leaves.

Elen