A much better weather day so Pheebs and I did make it out for our morning walk.  No rain, warmer temps, and no cold gusting winds.  All of tonight’s photos were taken either on our morning drive through the woodsy area of our Bayfield Pines Park or an afternoon walk around the Park’s pond.

WE ROLLED OUT OUR DRIVEWAY, AROUND THE CORNER, AND HEADED FOR THE SOUTH END OF OUR PARK FIRST THING THIS MORNING

It was nice enough today to clean a few sunroom windows and do some pine needle raking.  Even had myself a rootin tootin little backyard campfire going. Put a few more summer outside things away as well.  It won’t be long before I will have to be shutting the outside water off until the days warm up again next Spring.

MY SMOKY LITTLE AFTERNOON CAMPFIRE

With the weather forecast calling for four straight days of rain plus colder temperatures, I figured I had better stock up on a few photos for the coming days so Pheebs and I headed out for a walk around the Park’s pond and beyond clicking a few pics along the way.  Always something to see and especially at this time of year with our Autumn colors peaking at the moment.  And both Kelly and I think this year’s Fall colors are much more vibrant and colorful than last year.

AN AFTERNOON WALK AROUND THE PARK’S POND

Ellen’s Groove:)) Ellen works her way through a little something called Deya Deo.  Watch for the little ‘heart’ she makes at the end.

DAPPLED AFTERNOON SUNLIGHT ON OUR PINE FOREST FLOOR

GROANER’S CORNER:(( An auditor is checking the books of an airline. He is puzzled by the excess use of fuel on a Melbourne to Canberra flight. He rings up the pilot and asks for an explanation.  “It was late at night,” says the pilot, “Canberra was covered in fog and I lost my bearings.”  “I’m sorry,” says the auditor, “but you’ll have to bear the cost yourself.”  “The cost of what?” asks the pilot. “Of the bearings you lost.”

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It is a known fact that Winston Churchill had no time for women, particularly women in politics. Churchill was particularly adverse to one Nancy Ashton, a woman M.P. On one occasion he was particularly nasty to Nancy in the parliament when Nancy declared openly: “Sir if I were your wife, I would poison your drinks, mark my words.”  Having already tasted his little victory earlier, Churchill was generous: “And dear lady, if I were your husband, I would drink it.”

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