I was looking though my old books and remembered how much I love James Whitcomb Riley. This poem is so apropos for this time of year – “They’s something kindo harty-like about the atmusfere” …

When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock,
And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin’ turkey-cock,
And the clackin’ of the guineys, and the cluckin’ of the hens,
And the rooster’s hallylooyer as  he tiptoes on the fence;
O, it’s then’s the times a feller is a-feelin’ ahis best,

With the risin’ sun to greet him from a night of peaceful rest.
As he leaves thehouse, bare-headed, and goes out to feed the stock,
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock.

They’s something kindo’ harty-like about the atmusfere
When the heat of summer’s over and the coolin’ fall is here -
Of course we miss the flowers, and the blossums on the trees,
And the mumble of the hummin’-birds and bussin’ of the bees;
But the air’s so appetizin’; and the landscape through the haze
Of a crisp and sunny morning of the airly autumn days
Is a pictur’ that no painter has the colorin’ to mock -
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock.

The husky, rusty russel of the tossels of the corn,
And the raspin’ of the tangled leaves, as golden as the morn;
The stubble in the furries – kindo’ lonesome-like, but still
A-preachin’ sermuns to us of the barns they growed to fill;
The strawstack in the medder, and the reaper in the shed;
The hosses in theyr stalls below – the clover overhead! -
O, it sets my hart a-clickin’ like the tickin’ of a clock,
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock!

Then your apples all is gethered, and the ones a feller keeps
Is poured around the cellar-floor in red and yeller heaps;
And your cider-makin’ ‘s over, and your wimmern-folks is through
With their mince and apple-butter, and theyr souse and saussage, too! …
I don’t know how to tell it – but ef sich a thing could be
As the Angels wantin’ boardin’, and they’d call around on me -
I’d want to ‘commodate ‘em – all the whole-indurin’ flock -
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock!

Help for water damaged photos


In the wake of Hurricane/Superstorm Sandy, thousands of family historians may be facing the task of salvaging precious family photos, papers, and heirlooms. Salvage efforts should begin within 48 hours, according to the National Center for Preservation Technology and Training.

Here are a few first steps to help with your recovery efforts of family photos

:1. Photographs and paper items will be extremely fragile when wet; handle with care. Avoid touching the print surface.

2. Framed photos that become wet should be removed from the frame to air dry flat, when possible. Remove frame backing, loosen edges, and gently free prints from frame.

3. Rinse photos gently with clear water to clean off silt and debris without touching the surface of the print.

4. Air dry wet items indoors if possible. Encourage air circulation by opening windows, running room fans, air conditioners, and dehumidifiers.

5. Do not store damp items in plastic bags — this will cause mold to grow. If you need to store temporarily in plastic containers, leave the lid off or ajar and encourage air circulation.

Contact your local archivist or Photo Specialty Professionals for additional restoration info and services.
(Thanks to The Family Curator for this info – pass it on!)



Do not talk to me of “Fall”,
I’m really not ready for that at all!
I know that summer was hot a dry
But let’s not make it hurry by.

If I could add a month or two
To summer’s quarter, that I’d do.
I love the autumn, love the colors,
But it all leads to white, then duller.

So I propose we change the scheme -
We’ll keep the seasons, it’s the timing I mean.
Here’s the plan, let’s take a vote:

Spring is 4 months – but we need a true spring
No, snowy, then rainy then cloudy’s the thing.
Then Summer can also be 4 month’s long,
And it can slowly develop, but the light must be strong.
Fall is a 4-month season as well
And the changing and coolness will all be swell.

Wait … that leaves no Winter,
That’s a bummer I fear,
Guess we’ll add a month to the year.
So winter has only one month for it’s voice,
And we need a white Christmas so December’s the choice.

That’s it, that’s the plan,
And I know you’ll agree.
Have a Happy Septober!
No need to thank me.

Here’s a beautiful Septober photo -

cool beans … er, I mean jars

How cute are these?  I saw the idea on Pinterest (again) . The directions were in French, which I can’t read, so it’s obvious that they are an “easy” project. You just dribble the paint into the jar, tip it to spread it and wipe off the dribbles.  I’m wondering, though, how long it may take them to dry … guess that’s the easy part.

seeyalater Alligator

My poster is going viral! Well, kinda, it’s been pinned and repinned on Pinterest and I’ve received several orders for it. Have shipped it to New York, Texas, and Indiana!

It’s that time of year when teachers are so excited to meet and teach our kids. And often they are spending their own $$ for fun classroom decorations like this poster.  Gotta love those teachers!

The summer of my dried-up watercolors

Had to do something with them …

don’t know which is prettier …

Luscious Summer

Summer in August is luscious! I love this time of year … I love my backyard … I love my mornings, afternoons and evenings … and sleeping with the windows wide open and hearing the locusts and other nights noises.