Sunday Stealing

 NAME YOUR FAVORITE...

Place:  Home; the trees at the back of our property where I walk.

Color:  sky blue

Smell:  fresh-mown hay

Magazine:  I don't read many magazines these days.

Texture:  Plush robes or throws.

Thing to do when bored:  Do something like "Sunday Stealing",  Read, garden in summer, watch TV, surf the Internet.  

Precious stone:  No favorite

Animal:  Jersey cows, Tennessee Walking Horses, some dogs, some cats.  I can't choose just one.  But dogs would be the hardest for me to live without, so I'll say dogs.

Time in history:  Favorite time of my life, the 40's and 50's.  Favorite time to read about, the 1930's and '40's in the United States.

Font:  No favorite

Sound:  Children laughing and/or singing spontaneously

Fruit:  Mangos, Fuji apples

Vegetable:  Home-grown sweet corn; home-grown tomatoes... but I guess tomaties are fruits.

Store/shop:  I'm not much of a shopper.  Aldi and Costco, I guess.

Quote:  "You don't know about lonely til it's chiseled in stone."  From a song written by Vern Gosdin and Max D. Barnes.    

Historical figure:  Alfred the Great

Letter:  I have favorite words, but no favorite letters.

Memory:   Christmas memories from my childhood

Dessert:  Ben and Jerry's Cherry Garcia ice cream

Candy:  I'm more a fan of cookies, but I like Hershey with almonds.  I don't know when I've bought any kind of candy bar, though.  Maybe years!

Restaurant:  One of the local Mexican restaurants.

Language:  If Spaniards all talk like Julio Iglesias sings, that's my favorite language.

Thing to learn about:  Whatever grabs my interest at the time.

Thing about yourself:  I like the way I've just rolled with the flow in life, whichever way the wind blows: because it turns out at this point  that when I look back, I wouldn't change much.  In other words, I'm lazy, and I've learned to accept it.

I got these questions from Sunday Stealing.

I feel winter coming

Yesterday when Gabe and I went walking in the woods, the sky was cloudy; but even with the gray sky, a lot of the trees looked like pure gold shining around me.  I took some pictures, despite the clouds.

looking far across the Missouri River to Ray County

Autumn Foxtails

Today, a lot of those leaves are on the ground from the wind and rain we had last night.  We received a full inch of rain.

Concerning yesterday's blog entry, I finally remembered Vickie, the person who kept my poem all those years.  Once I realized who she was, I remember a lot of things about her; she was my favorite co-worker that one season in the apple shed, a compassionate woman with a lot of class.  She died at age 64 in a house fire last summer, I learned, and here's what her daughter told me concerning the poem:  "The fact this poem even exists is a miracle....Mom passed in a fire and there was so little that we were able to salvage. I found it with 2 old bibles in a box."

Today is a bright, sunshiny day, but colder weather is coming soon. We're having cornbread and beans today and probably tomorrow too, because I'm cooking a lot of beans. Hush now, I know what you're all thinking.

Peace.