Little Grey Bungalow
I will be working one of the early voting sites for the county for the next two days.
Off to climb Sleeping Bear Dunes with my sisters and sister-in-law (masked and at six foot intervals). Blogging will resume next Tuesday.
UPDATE: As a result of Sister#1's habit of referring to us as "Sister Two," "Sister Three," and "Sister (in-law) Four," the owner of our Air BnB came to the pardonable conclusion that she had rented her house to a bunch of nuns.
With yellow balls in autumn
I light the prairie cornfields
Orange and tawny gold clusters
And I am called pumpkins. ~ Carl Sandburg
Happy International Gin & Tonic Day - as Election Day gets closer, the more I need one of these.
According to the traditions of the Greek Orthodox Church, our prelates are hanged, not shot. Please respect our traditions. ~ Archbishop Damaskinos of Athens, after the SS threatened him with a firing squad.
A touch of cold in the Autumn night
I walked abroad,
And saw the ruddy moon lean over a hedge
Like a red-faced farmer.
I did not stop to speak, but nodded,
And round about were the wistful stars
With white faces like town children. ~ T. E. Hulme
The entire issue may be downloaded at the Antique Patterns Library site.
