This is the time of year when I’d saddle up the pony to head to Cape Girardeau to celebrate Mother’s Birthday Season that centered around Oct. 17. I always felt guilty because I always wanted to head back to Cape at vacation time. In fact, I don’t think we did more than half a dozen trips as a family that didn’t pass through my hometown.
Sometimes we’d end up at Kentucky Lake with Brother Mark.
Other times, it would be at Christmas
This was our first Christmas after getting married in the spring. I put together this photo book for a class project.
The Last Rose of Summer
I wrote a blog post about the Last Rose of Summer in 2015 after Mother’s death. Friend Shari was over enthusiastic in her pruning of the rose bush, so I’ve had to replace it.
This rose bush next to the mailbox got mowed down by a guy who ran off the road, but it survived that and a near-drought.
Time to whine about walnuts
Birthday Season is also the time for my annual whine about walnuts. We’ve had a bumper crop again this year. The first year I stayed in Cape by myself, I was freaked out by the sounds of the nuts bouncing off the roof.
If you don’t believe me, here are some of my walnut rants.
- The Fall of walnuts
- Walnuts and the liability lottery
- Phoebe the Bleeping Cat is tired of dodging walnuts
Tamed jungle
I’ve had some yard guys try to time the jungle on the east side of the house. There are still some limbs down, but it look a whole lot better than it did a couple of years ago.
A Furry Lawn Ornament
Phoebe the Bleeping Cat wasn’t around in the Mother era, but she enjoys playing furry lawn ornament when I let her out.