Woke up same time I did

Tom, Sunday afternoon.

Hannah baby was a honey of a girl

From my bedroom, Sunday afternoon, after the nap.

Hurricane Hannah, or what little of her we got, gave us a windy and raining Saturday without too much fuss, and departed by Sunday leaving us with a splendid early autumn day.

By the way, this is Monday's post going up Sunday night. I'm tired of looking at the yellow caution tape.

Please be careful

I will be working on Wissahickon Diary this weekend, revamping the design and some of the content. If you stop by, don't be alarmed if the site is down, or if it looks really funky.

Have a great weekend!

Unhappy plastic frog

This makeshift birdbath is actually the bottom tray of a flower pot. The plastic frog was found buried deep in the ground while digging in the garden.

Honeysuckle

Honeysuckle, front porch, Sunday evening.

Hard to get mad at honeysuckle. Its kind of of like the stray cat that'll do anything to win your affections. The flowers are not only pretty to look at, but what a sweet aroma it puts into the breeze on a late summer night.

Red wheel barrow, yes; chickens, no.

so much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white
chickens.
-- William Carlos Williams

A bit blurry (as were we)

Peppers on the grill, Sunday evening.