Musings

Mmmmm (and more)

Yesterday we made sides and roasted the turkey. This morning we made desserts. Pumpkin and pecan pies, and pumpkin custard without crust.

Last before eating: the big heat-up.

Most thankful for our wonderful families and friends, a small sample of whom dined with us.

Distracted

Oops. Wrong holiday.

Anxiety check

We reserved a turkey to pick up today, raw and organic. Of course the let-us-know-you’re-arriving app didn’t work, so I was a tad apprehensive that there’d be a line and a mix-up. Only one person ahead of us, and they found our reservation record quickly, so all good.

Then we shopped for the rest of the list, and by the time we left, about 3pm, the parking lot was full and the store noticeably more crowded. Me, I’m glad I don’t have to fly or fight traffic for several hundred miles, otherwise than here in our neighborhood.

Moving forward with an eye to origins

Different place (Idaho). Different season (spring/May). Right energy for our news: we’re boosted!

BTW, The Internets indicate that the geographic origin of the common lilac is in the Balkans. Like me (ish; half, anyway).

Memory lane, uh-hem, pond

I used the GooPhotos wayback machine and dredged up this image from fifteen years ago. Taken with a Real Camera, and not a phone. It’s First Pond, across the road from the house I grew up in and in the interior of the section…in Midwest township and range territory.

Pre-feasting planning underway

Thinking about feasting this coming week…and working on my to-do lists.

This feasting tent was last Saturday at a nearby synagogue…lunch following services is standard….

Leaves, green and fallen

Too many leaves are falling this week for them not to be caught in other still-green vegetation.

Aureate

These were coming down and coming down and now the back yard is carpeted at least three deep in supple golden leaves.

I found these elsewhere, and particularly liked the scalloped, serrated margins. And the goldenness.

Opposite view

I went with the Guru to TraderJ’s for supplies, then left him in the parking lot with the car and grocs to return home, while I set off on foot, slowly and with stabilizing sticks. Darned knee. I went for a short way on the BeltLine, and saw the construction project I’ve been half-heartedly monitoring from the other side. Looks rather similar. Two of the five workmen in the foreground were actually working, BTW.

More learning

Mandevilla

I’ve noticed these flowers, usually in pinks, around here and there. I finally looked them up: Mandevilla is the genus.

And now you know.