It’s once again Halloween, the second biggest retail holiday in the year (take that, Easter). This person obviously loves the holiday, judging by the time they spend decorating. Last year they had zombies out front – but this year, they really went all out. And the results are awesome!
So congratulations to you, unknown person, for really getting into the ‘spirit’ of the holiday. For the nearby school, me and my friends filled 367 bags of candy. I will probably get about 12 costumed beggars at the door tonight. I already have one inside.
Yes, it’s that time of year again. Once more the city is being invaded by giant spiders. I don’t think anyone really enjoys being around spiders, even though they do eat other bugs. I got bit by a spider recently and my doctor was too busy to see me. So I was at the veterinarian’s and had the vet take a look. Not poisonous, so it was all good (except it did hurt).
This young woman seems completely unaware that she is being menaced by a giant spider.
You need to be careful not to get caught in their giant webs. This one’s web blew down in some big winds, so the neighborhood is safe for now.
Some are relatively harmless.
Some are art.
And then there are the delicious spiders.
Some spiders look harmless, but are very dangerous to be around.
As it’s almost Halloween, so I thought I’d share a few of the gargoyles that are hiding around my house. I always loved the idea of gargoyles, little creatures that decorate your building. Why have a plain building when you can add interesting beings?
This little one sits on top of the bookcase.
Another tiny one. I bought it at a monastery (and they had at least one real gargoyle.)
Another shelf creature.
This one resides in the sewing room, he’s from Halloweens long past.
Wait a minute, how did this one sneak by! This isn’t a gargoyle (well, it’s kind of similar, winged with an animal face) but it does sit on the shelf too.
This is one of the first quilts I ever got, it is a doll quilt. It came as a present from my beloved grandmother. It’s a collection of bits and pieces of 1940’s and 50’s fabrics, no doubt left over from other projects. It is well loved because it came from her, and I was not used to getting presents.
I even love the fabric on the back, a 1940’s print in blue and pink.
This one is a tiny doll quilt that she made for me. It’s just random squares of cotton 30’s and 40’s prints, probably leftover from dressmaking. Again, I just love it, and I’ve kept it for at least 56 years, maybe longer.
This is not the first quilt I ever made (it no longer exists, except in a landfill somewhere), but the second. I did not really know what I was doing and it is made of the polyester/cotton blend fabric that was available back then. The red fabric has somewhat faded. I made it for my dog at the time, so that he could ride in the back seat of the car. It is machine pieced and hand quilted. I still love this quilt too, although it is not the style I work in now.
I doubt that I would have ever made a quilt – without those early gifts from my dear grandmother. (I think that she learned quilting when she went to Indian School.)
I guess it’s no surprise that I have a lot of dog art about my house.
This is the newest addition to the collection. Made in some third world spot, I thought it was adorable, so I brought it home.
I bought this card in Santa Fe, it reminded me of Miss P’s love of chasing tennis balls.
Are we sensing a theme here?
They don’t all have to be Labs. These little bits of art hang next to my bed, so that I can see them everyday.
I painted this one to resemble our first dog, Arfy. He found us in 1978 when we lived in Louisiana. The box has his old dog tags inside.
Cats are the most popular pet on the internet (and I love to watch funny cat videos), but dogs have my heart.
After a cool Spring and an almost cooler Summer, Fall is finally here.
This was the view from my front door this morning, with the gorgeous colors of Fall. Although it has snowed up on the peak, it hasn’t stuck.
Down by the creek, there is some yellow, but there is still plenty of green.
It is gloriously golden in places.
And flaming red in others.
It’s a great time to go out and enjoy the fall colors (black goes with everything).
In the neverending task of trying to pare down my household, I ran across these items.
This small pitcher was my grandmother’s. It is probably about 100 years old, and it was not an expensive or valuable item. I have no direct memory of seeing this at her house, I just remember Blue Willow dishes. My grandmother (the kind one) died when I was quite young. But I have always cherished her memory, so my Mom gave me this about 20 years ago, when she was getting rid of a few things. (Mom never really finished that job.)
This stein belonged to my German mother-in-law. It looks to be quite old. It was always packed away when my husband was growing up, it was not on display. But it must have been a sort of cultural touchstone to her, as she carried it halfway around the world through numerous moves. M decided to keep this. I don’t have that meaningful connection to this stein, but I keep it because he liked it.
Remember briefcases? Once upon a time it signified that one was a white collar worker, not a manual laborer. This briefcase was handmade in Mexico, it’s not your standard briefcase. M’s grandmother had it made specially for his dad. From the ranch he went off to college and became an engineer, hence the very nice slide rule. I’m not sure if he used it very much, it’s in pretty good condition, but since it was a special present it still exists.
These yearbooks were my husband’s. He did not want to buy them, but his mother insisted. In fact, he did not even know about the one from Hawaii. When we were on Oahu the first time, we visited the school and looked up the yearbook (Go Bulldogs!) The school was famous for having the worst American football team on the island due to a shortage of Samoans. These books were hidden inside the briefcase.
And now these items are part of my memories.
“People’s memories are maybe the fuel they burn to stay alive.”
Yesterday some handsome birds from the Pueblo raptor center showed up at a store to flog birdseed. And I was there to snap a few photos, up close and personal. This lovely prairie falcon was showing off his beautiful wings.
Guffey the Great Horned Owl (from Guffey, CO) is your classic owl. One can tell that he is a male because the females are much bigger. I do occasionally hear them hooting, but in the 23 years that I have lived in my house, I have only seen them twice.
This barn owl is from out east on the prairie. They sound rather otherworldly, not your standard hoot.
This Barred Owl was larger than the Barn and smaller than the Great Horned.
All of the birds at the Pueblo Raptor Center have been injured in some way. Those that can be rehabilitated and released back into the wild are, but these particular birds can’t. So they act as ambassadors for their species and try to educate people.
This is a picture from my yard of the hidden hawk. The hawks live behind the house and I frequently see them flying around.
Here is the the last hummingbird of the season, everyone else left a month ago.