Your Sister is taking advantage of the great riding weather to zoom her motorcycle all over the county. She armors up to ride the eighth-mile to work. She takes the long way home. It's fall in the mountains, and the leaves have agreed to parachute down in waves and skitter along the road just as you drive by them. We finally have sunlight, and it's properly cold at night. We've smothered the bed in blankets, and we're eating hot soups for dinner. I made a fish dish last night on a long-tended whim and posted the recipe on FaceBook. It was good-esque. Your Sister wants to go to bed earlier and earlier as her hibernation instinct kicks in.
Our NFL BetHer Teams (boo!)AFC New England (2-1)
Pittsburgh (1-2)
NFCSt. Louis (0-3)
New York Giants (3-0)
My Teams (yea!)AFCNew England (2-1)
Pittsburgh (1-2)
NFCPhiladelphia (2-1)
Atlanta (2-1)
The garden is on its last legs. The tomato vines are dead, and the remaining tomatoes are clinging to a stick. I hope they redden before the bugs get them. The peppers are tiny and few, and the corn is a write-off. I don't think I'll try corn again next year. We're thinking of sweet potatoes.
Picture of the DaySatellite photo of Kansas crops. They're circular because of the irrigation system.
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