These are off to the PO this morning for the Sock Ministry
Then on to the next socks.
Yesterday I walked to the park for a change, and noticed that the entrance to my development is planted in my old school colors, maroon and gold. The camera doesn't handle reds well. I didn't handle the colors well, though they suited my coloring. Wearing them day after day for seven years gets old.
On the way down the street is a bed of marigolds alive with bees and wasps, going pretty late this year
The little flock of warblers is still active, flitting up and down the street via shrubs. There must be good insect hunting.
The park was lovely, a few walkers and young basketball and soccer players.
And my current reading is the perennially funny Provincial Lady, all of which series I have permanently on Kindle
And I just came upon this
And it's Halloween, which to me is very different from partying, more of a quiet, prayerful day about the dead who've gone before us and a hope for calm. Interestingly, Christie's Hercule Poirot says something much the same. I was surprised that Christie knew of that religious aspect.
But some people party, so
Happy day everyone, however you spend it.
