AHHH! Friday!

 

Actually, I haven't thought or said, "Ahhh, Friday," for some time.  

The days are all Fridays or Saturdays or whatever we want to call them at this stage in life. 

Still, Friday has a special feeling because those around us who do work are happy to see the weekend coming. 

Annie is here this morning, but today she'll be working remotely here at the house. 

Then, her weekend begins. 

Willie's "Ahhh, Friday's" don't count this weekend because he's filming state soccer games through tomorrow. 

It's kinda interesting that many of us retirees don't really take a weekend, unless we do some activities with family. 

Work, work, work is always there when living on a farm and especially in the fall as we race to get everything prepared for winter. So, every day is a work day. 

Sadly, Mother Nature doesn't always sync her schedule with ours---especially when it comes to when all the leaves are going to fall. 

Two years ago, we had already had a blast of winter when the leaves started falling. 

It was pretty because they hadn't yet died and with all those colors accenting pure white snow, it was a magnificent scene.

I hear that we could possibly have snow next week, so I'm picking up every leaf possible before that happens. 

These poplar leaves, which make up most of the leaves I have to pick up in the fall haven't even thought about dropping. 

Since Annie's birthday was a week ago, it didn't really matter when the candles were lit and the cake was cut. 

So, that happened last night after she finished her Second Avenue pizza. 

As a serial failure at decorating cakes, I felt quite pleased with yesterday's attempt:  no crevices, no volcanic-like frosting flow. 

It held together all day long, and when we sampled pieces last night, it tasted good. 

 

I've never really tried to decorate bread, and, for sure, my loaves seldom reach perfection. 

Those in the photo are peace loaves because they were baked on International Bake Bread for Peace day. 

My friend Marcia baked some scones as part of the celebration, and they were a lot prettier than my bread. 

It's the thought of peace that counts, and if the bread isn't pretty but it tastes good, that's what's most important. 

Speaking of peace and quiet, how many are counting the days until the election is over?

Let's hope it will be over anyway. 

I can't help but believe that these never-ending Presidential campaigns have all but destroyed the American spirit. 

People talk about all the bitter divisions in our country.   Could it be that if we didn't have to listen to any political news until even a year before the next election that we could have some down time to learn to get along again. 

It's all so ugly anymore and definitely time to shorten election season from 24-7-365 times 4 to maybe a month every four years. 

I have a few dozen "last flowers standing."  We had a significant freeze last night so some of these may have bit the bullet. 

It's always sad to see the color from leaves and flowers in the late fall, especially one as beautiful as this year's version. 

My camera will be sad and not quite so busy for a while. 

Time to say good bye to the gold and hello to the cold. 

Happy Friday. 

Big thanks to the county workers and Interstate Paving for the paved road and new driveway approaches, which were completed yesterday.  

I love going out to the road in the early morning before busy traffic begins and walking on a smooth surface.