Jim, your missus is a great knitter. I wish I had her talent.

caseynfld, great looking old world style architecture. 'They' certainly don't build them like that anymore. OklaMoni, screamin' Chinese pistache!

How pretty is that? Beautiful fall colors on that flower. Mums are tough. I had one in the flower beds that the deer wouldn't leave alone so I stopped taking care of it because I am giving up on flowers and am going to plant something else out there next year that deer don't like. The mum dried up completely and I thought it was dead. With the first rain, it greened up and is now standing tall and healthy. Because it tried so hard to live, I'm going to dig it up and put it in a pot. It can live on the deck safe from the deer for the rest of it's life.

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening By Robert Frost Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound’s the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep