Ry also said, “Get it while you can, Kathy, Old Man Winter is on his way.”
He’s right. Slowly, but surely, signs of Fall are starting to appear.
Schools are back in session. Football season has begun. Stores are selling Mums. Pumpkin-flavored everything is being sold everywhere. The nights are getting cooler. Some leaves are starting to change. The cornfields are browning-up.
I love Fall. Cool temps are always welcome after Summer’s heat and humidity. The days are still on the warm side, but we’ve had a couple cooler ones.
Hubby has been working on a house project, which he’s been meaning to do since we moved into this house. Since he’s busy, I’m free to amble about on my own.
I could probably do some stuff around the house, too, but I’d rather play with my toy.
Last Saturday, I drove to Baltimore — it was pouring rain most of the day — for my friend Bill’s a surprise 50th birthday party. The party was lovely. I got to visit with old friends AND I brought some steamed crabs home for dinner. YUM.
Good crabs are hard to find in this part of Virginia. They’re expensive as all get-out, too — $67/dozen — so we don’t get them often.
On Sunday, while Hubby worked on his project, I moseyed around southeastern Fauquier County on my motorcycle.
It was a pretty day.
I finally managed to visit the local-ish winery with the LOVEwork that’s only open on weekends, too.
After that, I went to a local farm store for some corn on the cob. Gotta get THAT while the getting is good, too. The corn is just about done for the season.
Temps today are supposed to top out in the mid-80s. Hubby needs to finish his project. I could find some chores to do, but, like Ry said, I gotta get my riding in while I can. 🙂
Good on you for going for a ride instead of chores. I can’t seem to get myself to do that.
Really nice LOVE at the winery too. Such a vibrant color.
Brandy, it’s easier to force that choice as the year is winding down and one knows the riding season will be ending soon. Although I suspect I may be riding well into winter if I really aim to see all of the 45 VA LOVEworks by the end of 2015!
Riding … Chores … Riding … Chores. I think you made the right decision.
I think so, too, Richard. 🙂
It was funny, Toadmama: The clerk in Pioche’s super-small gas station didn’t know what to charge, didn’t even know they sold postcards… They were hanging right next to the register. But I’d best be careful—she might be reading.
My concern now is that Fuzzy and maybe the Experimental Ghost will know how closely the chicken-scratched messages on their postcards resemble the chicken-scratched message on yours (and now YOU know vice versa). Oh well, I’ll just once again retreat to the remote desert and bury my head in the sand (maybe next weekend). I always welcome any excuse to do that.
Chores and other house projects can wait until winter! I’ve found in recent years that I don’t do spring or fall cleanings: I do early winter and late winter cleanings so as not to interfere with riding season (as I type this at my desk on a perfectly beautiful late summer Saturday… I’ll be riding tomorrow, really).
Shameless plug: I’d love to add other recipients to my postcards-from-the-middle-of-nowhere list. Just be aware that the chicken-scratched messages might resemble those sent to others. You’re welcome to submit a mailing address through the contact form at the bottom of the profiles page on my blog (says the strange single guy you’ve never met). 😀
Have no fear, Ry, you are not the only person to employ the same or similar messages when sending multiple postcards. No need to bury your head in the sand. But if you really need an excuse to get to the desert, go ahead. Just remember to take some pics to share, okay?
This mail thing really has been fun, hasn’t it? And to think you were only a lurker before then. 🙂
LA LA LA LA I’M NOT REEEEADING 😉
Did you get the postcard I sent yet? It had a special stamp on it that I just *know* you would/will appreciate! 🙂
That LOVE is jussssst about small enough to fit in your topbox to take home 😀 😉