From my Grandmother’s Album.
Not sure about the significance of this photo. No recognizable relatives. Location is Durand , Illinois. At least this one is dated. My mother would have been five years old that year.
This morning before I headed back to Pittsburgh, I got to walk with Charlie to school. He rides his scooter.
I tried to keep up but at least got the chance to document his early morning trek to school.
The bees are sluggish as the seasons change.
Easier to capture a photograph as they’re not flitting from flower to flower.
Milkweed bugs are NOT pests according to this article “ Lesser Milkweed Bugs (Lygaeus kalmii) and Large Milkweed Bugs (Oncopetus fasciatus), look very similar to each other. They are differentiated by size and the design on their backs.”
Charlie found these Milkweed Bugs on the milkweed as we walked around his neighborhood. Their coloring is a warning to predators, “don’t eat me!”
Mirror Lake Saturday late afternoon.
I was on my way to pick up Maura from Synchronized Swim Camp. I pulled over and rolled down my window. After I picked her up we drove by again. The sun was gone by that time. Glad I caught it when I saw it. Elusive light.
Columbus, Ohio. Charlie finished for the day.
I watched the forklift operator back up into the huge hangar (storage warehouse?), taking the boat with ease.
A friend brought over this warm treat of Pear Apple Crisp on Sunday afternoon. She was going to come over Monday morning to sew but then the Crisp would no longer be crisp but soggy.
The flavors of fall, cinnamon and ginger. I took it out on the front porch.
Added some vanilla ice cream on the warm fruit. I saved a little for Steve to enjoy later.
What an unexpected and delicious treat.