October’s weather smiles once again

A walk earlier this summer with Dale and Dawg

A walk earlier this summer with Dale and Dawg

October 24 – Hung up at least three big loads of laundry outside today in this beautiful weather. Cut up and cooked that bucket of no-name mushrooms we found over by the pond. Dale has been trying bits of them since then, including one whole one last night. He says “I’m still here, so cook’em and make some gravy, and that will be my supper!” Only it won’t because yesterday I mixed up the rest of the puff ball with several other things, and that comes first. I also baked some brownies and a nice lemon cake. Followed that with corn bread and chocolate chip cinnamon cookies. Had to be careful to time everything just right so I could get the clothes hung up in between!

I think I mentioned the other day how my brother’s birthdays confused me – well here’s another puzzler that bothered me when I was a bit younger than I am now. My oldest brother Roy was born in January of 1916, and Ed in October of 1917. I was told they were just about two years apart, but could never understand why they weren’t but ONE year apart. Isn’t there only one year between 16 and 17? I wondered why, with my meager knowledge of math, that I could see that but that the grown-ups were unable to!

Hopefully Dale and I will get to take a walk or a drive this weekend; I am reminded of another verse from Helen Hunt Jackson’s October’s Bright Blue Weather:

When comrades seek sweet country haunts,
By twos and twos together,
And count like misers, hour by hour,
October’s bright blue weather.

– CHRIS

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