
Some days you feel like you can tackle the whole corn maze.
Other days it’s enough just to sniff at the husks for a bit.

Some days you feel like you can tackle the whole corn maze.
Other days it’s enough just to sniff at the husks for a bit.
When you live in the Pacific Northwest of the United States, you can’t let a little rain stop you from getting out to enjoy the lushness of autumn. There’s just too much beauty to take in.








The Daily Post weekly photo challenge: H2O
Remember holding a flashlight under you chin in the dark and making scary monster faces with the light and shadows of your features?
Well, apparently it doesn’t always work out that way…
Sometimes, instead of monsters, you get angels.


The Skimmer sifts through many books quickly, but can’t decide on which to read until they’ve slept on it.

The Marathoner tries to read all the books in the library, but eventually must concede to exhaustion.

The Ill-tempered peruses the books, and finding nothing of interest (i.e. food treats), sits and stares daggers at the librarian.
The Daily Post Discover Challenge: Animal

One day you ran away from me.
You dashed between two cars.
With three great leaps you crossed four lanes.
I thanked your lucky stars.
Five dogs behind a six foot fence
you noticed noticed you.
You didn’t see the seven inch gap
that let them slip right through.
Eight inches from your heels they chased;
you couldn’t take much more.
The dogs howled with dismay as you
slammed through your small cat door.
Twas just that morn nine lives you had;
lost eight while on the run.
You scared me nearly half to death.
Now we’re down to half plus one.

I’m joining in late to JNW’s Halloween Challenge. 31 days, 31 topics.
Today’s theme: Spooky

metal bowl on lap peas shelled from crisp green pods fall pinging into bowl
The Daily Post weekly photo challenge: Nostalgia


“What story do the things you wear tell about you?”
(The Daily Post Discover Challenge: Outer Layers)
The story I portray,
the story I live,
the story you tell yourself about me,
the story I tell myself about me…
Do the clothes I wear
tell about me,
or are they simply fodder for
lots of stories?
It’s so tempting to judge
a book by its cover.