We had snow on Thursday, followed by freezing rain on Friday and the beginnings of a thaw on Saturday. These are my favorite images from Saturday.
I have a couple of favorites here. Which do you like best?
This weekend, I clicked on the link to a blog proclaiming, “why I won’t wear a sexy Halloween costume.” My initial reaction was, “this author is my people!” A brief reading proved that she was, indeed NOT my people, as she lamented the sexy options in the Halloween store. Because, if you’re waiting until the Halloween stores are open, you are too late!
I am not one of those girls who thinks a Halloween costume needs to keep my beautiful face intact. In fact, I think girls (anyone, really) who doesn’t have the dedication to mess up their face for Halloween is kind of a wimp. I used to decorate my home in intricate detail (despite the promise of less than five trick-or-treaters) and my office in even more detail. I have backed off the building decoration (going so far as to pull the box of decorations out of my basement two weeks ago. It is intact right now). I really hope to get a single trick-or-treater tomorrow, though I have no illusions.
Thursday, I attended a “fall carnival.” Shockingly, not a single child or adult recognized me.
That is in my top-three Halloween costumes, but I think my favorite was this Pirates of the Caribbean-themed costume from 2009:
My co-workers have decided that we’re all dressing in ’50s-themed clothes tomorrow. I guarantee, my poodle skirt is going to kick their poodle skirts’ asses. And I didn’t even bother to borrow my dad’s Letterman’s sweater from the ’50s. Will there be a picture forthcoming? Probably not, because my face will be completely recognizable. 😉
My sweet little hometown has a variety of events for the 4th of July, including a walking horse race (if your horse breaks stride, you’re disqualified), a parade, which includes kids on bikes and kids in their little plastic cars, and a duck race on the Snake River. My favorite photo from yesterday’s events is this one.
Our poor flowerbeds have been sorely neglected over the past five summers while we’ve been gallivanting around the Northeast, but some flowers remain. This is a bud from a plant I put in this spring.
We often see this crane, or another just like it, on one of three poles in a field just a short drive from our house. Today, I had the camera ready.