Big Yawn

What happened?!!! This past week, I am going slower and slower and slower. After climbing over the closet sorting hump and being all satisfied and happy, the Big Yawn is taking place. A streak of laziness has taken over and I feel like crawling under a nice warm blanket. Is this how bears feel in the fall?

There is much to love and be happy for and I'll get to that. But first the self-diagnostics: I think my weak resolve is a phase (maybe). With all the efforting of the past months, and now shortening daytimes, it is likely time to get serious about physical/mental health; to set forth and keep supporting routines. Carry out once again formal times for exercise/walking. It all got jumbled and intermittent. Time to check my nutrition boxes and forget how easy it is to go get a big cookie at the Bistro to go with their free decaf I like in the evenings.

A remaining resettling stumbling block seems to be "where to get the groceries"? At this count, I visit, near and far, seven or eight different places to get the groceries, sundries, and household items for simple living. That has to stop. It is making me crazy, not to mention it is ridiculous to make this big a carbon footprint in the name of shopping for one person.

The property's woods are open to walking again after the Ash trees were hauled away.

Acorns are underfoot everywhere...

...so are walnuts.

So many leaves are off the trees now that squirrels' stick nests are now visible...

There are dozens overhead throughout the campus. They must be pretty secure dwellings because the recent high winds have not blown them away.

A felled tree in the woods hosting everything that lives around, on, and in it.

The walkway bridge makes the woods accessible to everybody, wheeled or two-legged. 

The little creek is quiet on this day and the interesting bugs I've seen sitting on my screens run around on top the water. 

This youngster image sits by the hedge at the parking lot. Someone added some bling.

The Farm Report: Wendy and John went out for their 23rd Anniversary. Aidan did the evening chores for them.

Their silver rose memento.

...and, Picasso Luckibird Bolding got a new jungle gym. It only took an hour for the whole family to put it together.

From the Good Stuff Desk: The Inquirer had an article this past week that had St. Louis (where I originated) and the World's Fair mentioned, but mainly it's a story of a woman who if she lived in this era would have happily donned a space suit a few days ago to photograph two women spacewalkers. Meet...Jessie Tarbox Beals. Glass ceiling? My eye!!!

And, what a love to have Aidan, after our lovely fall walks at the farm, explain and play for me the new cello work he is practicing now. Then, a Facetime call from Keoni showing me his apartment with my photos up on his walls, and learning more of his New York adventures and the possibilities that await.

From Missouri, Jeanenne and Larry are faithful soccer grandparents and at last week's games snapped this of two of their younger granddaughters who are not yet players...

The Weather Report: It's orange, red, yellow and brown outside. And inside. And everywhere...

In the lobby by the Bistro.

At one of the farm markets. I set my glasses on these so you can get a sense of the size.

Right after the Queen Anne's Lace turns brown and goes to seed these white flowers take their place and fulfill the same mission bringing a loveliness to even the junk they adorn.

From Wendy. Toby on a hunt in one of the pastures.