Even though the day turned out to be quite hot, we enjoyed ourselves immensely. There's more to come...but first a wee bit of North Park trivia: Did you know these urns by WILSON HALL on the North Park campus were from the 1933 World's Fair? My Pink visited them, too.
Monday, September 29, 2008
Thursday, September 25, 2008
It's been the perfect kick-off for bringing back seasonal fun to our home in Illinois. I love going through the rows and rows of colorful pumpkins (this year I wanted my theme to be white ones) and gourds. Choosing just the right ones makes me happy, and takes me back in time to when I was a kid sharing a pumpkin with my brother, Duane. He would pull out the mushy pulp and seeds - of course grossing me out with them - and then we would carve, carve away.
So, imagine my complete disappointment when we drove by the farm we used to go to and nothing was there. I had Wes drive by it again to make sure we got the right place. We did. This place had the "honor" system with paying, and the money box had a note on it saying this was the kids' fund-raising venture, so please be honest. I was thinking, wondering what happened to the kids...did they grow up and leave the farm? Did they have no interest in planting and sowing any longer? Did new owners come over the winter? What?We drove away. Sad.
Then, maybe five miles from that farm, was a huge sign advertising the Delzer Pumpkin Farm with grand opening: Next Weekend. Too late for us, unfortunately.
But, we drove in anyway, and the farm was a-buzz with action, and yes, we could come in! Yea!
This place was over the top with ghouls and ghosties and rows and rows of pumpkins. There must big a big business here with the signs indicating bus parking here and there. School groups galore, no doubt. I couldn't pop out of the car soon enough to check it out!
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Monday, September 22, 2008
Once again, I moved my suitcase around our little woodsy peninsula to try to make a statement of location for my pink traveling companion.
(Let's just say I didn't know Wes was getting me in this pose...)
It's always a bittersweet event to go North to close our cabin up for the summer. Memories of the family being together, surrounded by nature, and not caring what the watch hands are saying is like a slice of warm, freshly picked raspberry pie. You never want to consume the last bite.Now, it's time for Fall. Ready or not.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
It was a CD of an artist I had never heard about. Her name is Amy Duffy. She's 23, from Wales and in January 2008 was named 2nd place in BBC's Sound of 2008 listing. Her voice has been compared to that of the 1960's singer, Dusty Springfield.
I pulled the CD out of the case, took it to my car as I had errands to run, and was taken in by the music and lyrics of this young artist. She has a bit of Nora Jones soul and grit, and the strong lyrics content of India Arie and Corinne Bailey Rae...three of my favorite female songbirds all born in the 1970's. Errands completed, I brought the CD inside and popped it in the player while I did scrapbooking. The songs played over and over, and I am getting more familiar with the music. Timi, was right! She thought I'd like it and I DO!!!(To the left, Timi's personal favorites)
Made my day! Thanks, Andrew and Timi for your thoughtfulness.
Now I think I need to think about passing the just because forward. Maybe you can, too, to someone who needs an extra smile today.