FROST BITE

I pretzel-ed over a neighbors' fence to catch this view of the berries.

Next day, after a dusting of cold and snow, the berries turned to pale orange.

I guess the birds won't mind about the color. It's probably their version of
MandM's.

My Hero the Hibiscus

My Hibiscus is a sweet guy--he blooms mightily during the summer on the back deck. No surprise there; we'd be surprised if he didn't.

The good part is that when I lug him into the kitchen for the winter he gets into high gear and blooms his heart out all winter long.
Now is that cooperative or what?
He's pushed out of the way so Max can perch on the garbage pail and catch any outside action while Harry supervises from below.

I mean, nice dry leaves will be rustling past and then it's cat frenzy time.
We have to find different amusement when the weather turns bleak.
their all-time favorite is to watch the wrapping around the barbecue tear loose in a windstorm.
We get our jollies anyway we can during the winter.

A Market Morning

I had an urge to buy up a large quantity of squash and freeze the stuff for the winter and that was enough excuse to gather up willing kinfolk and head to the fabulous open air market.

We weren't in the mood for elk, buffalo or duck so we passed on this tantalizing stand.

They do have hot dogs in Thailand and by Aw's description the sausage is kielbasa-size. She declared this to be a fine imitation.

Still, she is tiny so she thought perhaps she should have some help.

Next time we'll try the elk.

the Last Hurrah

How did we manage for so long without the tall grasses? They're as beautiful after the snow comes as in the fullness of summer.


Some petunias are still blooming and the dry leaves are trying to tell them it's time to put out the lights for another season.