So many varieties. My neighbor grows them.
Dahlias Bouquet
Silent Sunday
Fire Hydrant Flush on Friday
I got a robocall from the Water Department Thursday night. The neighborhood might be without water between 9-3 on Friday because they were flushing fire hydrants. When the water would come back on it might run brown. Let it run til clear. I filled buckets and gallon containers early this morning to aid flushing toilets at our home. We rushed showers, ran the dishwasher. Did two loads of laundry. Turns out we didn’t need the water buckets at the ready. We had water all day Friday. My DIL said it ran brown about 8:30. All clear soon after. We got a lot accomplished in a short amount of time, preparing for a day without running water. We had a 5 gallon bottle on the counter to drink and cook with.
Mourning Doves Evening Meal
At the neighbor’s feeder. They enjoy the seeds.
Their fluttering and cooing sounds remind me of staying at my grandmother’s when I was young. Mouthing doves have such a distinctive call. “The male’s signature “coo-OO-oo-oo” call sounds sorrowful and melancholic to human ears.”
Ten Things you might not know about mourning doves
September 3, 1912
The day Marian Van Sickle was born in Durand, Illinois.
My eldest son Mark told me on his last visit home that we’re all just a generation or two away from being forgotten. I’ve been thinking about that fact and wanted to remember my Mother on the anniversary of her birth.
Our mother had her 88th birthday in a Rockford Illinois hospital and passed away 6 days later on September 9, 2000.
Framed
We were returning to the car after a visit to the East Liberty library.
“The architect who designed the current structure was Ralph Adams Cram, of Cram and Ferguson in Boston. Cram also designed Calvary Episcopal Church (1906) in neighboring Shadyside and Princeton University’s Chapel. When Cram was hired by the Mellons to build the current East Liberty Presbyterian Church building, he was given absolute freedom to build the finest and most beautiful church to the glory of God that he could create.”
Past blog posts mentioning East Liberty Presbyterian Church are tagged here
Early Signs
I think fall is my favorite season. If only the winter weren’t so long and gray.
Unknown Subjects
I’m always photographing people I know but every once in awhile I capture an unknown (to me) person. Anonymous
Silent Sunday
Patience Test
Untangling some leftover sock yarn a friend sent from all the pairs of socks she knit. There was just a bit of it tangled in a bag. The rest was ready to knit. I’m knitting a scrappy striped sock blanket. Terry has generously shared her sock yarn with me. Treasure!
What I’ve knit so far
