Goodbye September! Hello October, 2019!


October is here!

This September flew by very quickly. I can tell, I’m getting older. The months go by so fast. And BAMM, there will be a new year. But before this happens, I would like to enjoy my favorite month, OCTOBER, with all its festivities. This week is Homecoming Week in our community. Katelynn’s birthday is only days away. We plan on going to the State Fair of Texas. Sara’s birthday is in mid-October. And this year, she wants to invite all her closest friends to our house. Katelynn has a whole bunch of band competitions coming up. There are some “Dia de los Muertos” events in our neighborhood. And by the end of the month is my favorite holiday, Halloween/Samhain.πŸŽƒ I’d say, October is always our busiest month of the year. Buckle up and hold on for the ride throughout the beautiful, golden October! πŸ‚πŸ

No Signs of Autumn In North Texas

This September is just awful, when it comes to the weather in North Texas. Down in Houston, people almost drowned with the tropical depression “Imelda” (yeah, she sounds like a b*tch), last week. And up here, 400 miles north, in DFW we break the record for the hottest and driest September. Our yard hasn’t seen a drop of rain in weeks. The soil is cracking in the yard, despite trying to keep up with the irrigation system. One of the biggest crack is about a foot and a half deep and four inches wide. Kevin needs to get some soil mixed with sand and fill at least that one in. We don’t want have any broken ankles, or broken paws. Since it is so warm, the tree foliage is not turning into Autumn colors anytime soon either. We just hope, it will cool down pretty soon. I’d love to plant some Winter vegetables, which will not germinate in this heat. Some cabbages, carrots, salads, spinach and other goodies would be great to sow and later plant into the garden. Maybe I have to start indoors, where there is air conditioning.

Wildlife Wednesday (8)

American Bison (Bison bison bison)

Phil Collins – Still Not Dead Yet Tour 2019 @ American Airlines Center, Dallas, Texas (09.23.2019)

Yesterday, Kevin and I saw Phil Collins’ show, STILL NOT DEAD YET. It was an amazing concert with hits from mainly the 1980s. Despite the fact, that Phil is physically not in the best shape anymore, and therefore has to sit on a chair throughout the show, he amazed with his vocals. Nic Collins, Phil’s 18-year-old son, plays the drums instead. This young man can fit easily in his dad’s footsteps, having Phil as a mentor. Hopefully we can see more of Phil, and definitely will see more music from Nic in the future.

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Autumnal Equinox/Mabon 2019

Mabon, also known as the Autumn Equinox, is the time of year when night and day are completely equal with each other. It is the Second Harvest of the three. At this time food is prepared for storage for the coming Winter. This is a celebration of Harvest, Thanks, Abundance and Appreciation for Hearth, Home and Family. πŸƒπŸ‚πŸ

πŸπŸ‚πŸƒΒ Happy Autumn! Blessed Mabon! πŸƒπŸ‚πŸ

A Sweet Autumn Poem

Fall Friends

A farmer made a scarecrow
to frighten crows away.
And the scarecrow got so lonely
standing in that field all day,
he called a crow down from the blue sky
Please sit with me a while.
The crow said, I’m to scared of you.
The straw man gave a smile.
I’ve stood here in this cornfield.
For all my life, I’ve stood.
I’ve guarded corn from crows like you
just like a scarecrow should.
But as I stand, I watch you fly
and wonder what you see.
What is ist like to float through air?
Please sit and talk with me.
The crow sat on a pumpkin
and looked in Scarecrow’s face.
I’ve flown our whole world over,
but this is a special place.
From way up high I watch you
as your cornstalks sway and wave.
I’ve wanted so to meet you
for you look so wise and brave.
They chatted through the afternoon
sharing secrets of both sky and land.
And when old sun began to sink,
Crow flew to Scarecrow’s mitten hand.
I must fly now, but I’ll be back
to sing you songs from up above.
This tale is true. We must believe
in magic and unlikely love.
Author: Amy Ludwig VanDerwater