From last year's pumpkins came the challenge... how do we represent each member of our family? Young John wanted a scary pumpkin. His pumpkin was SO SCARY, that our pumpkins were shaking in their boots (if they had boots, that is). Now, this year, we get to do it again. So much pumpkin carnage!
I love the Autumn, Fall, whatever you want to call it. Colours of red and gold mix with the summer greens and blues. Makes my knitter's heart skip a few beats. If only could capture even a tenth of the colour-work done by Nature! So, I take along my little camera and madly snap as many pictures as I can while still keeping up. This past Saturday, we walked along the Walter Bean Trail off of Hwy 7 near Breslau. We walked until we came into the Bingeman's campground: surprisingly lovely ... though one table was festooned with about 100, neatly stacked, empty beer cans - at least they were tidy drunks!
