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I saw people setting up who were in their 20s all the way up to a man who I believe said he was 86 years old. I was amazed at the range of ages that are into this hobby. This plant swap was all about indoor plants. They set up the plants they had rooted well in advance in whatever they had that would hold a little water, anything from pretty little colored glass bottles to Dixie cups. They either went to the tables that had been set up for them to use or they brought their own. People at the plant swap seemed to know just what to do. I realize now it gave my parents about a half hour of peace and quiet, probably worth the money. That never went over well when we all got back in the bus to compare our bounty. I never could decide what to spend that money on and usually in the last few minutes would decide on some nutty thing, or sometimes I would just hang on to the $10. My parents would give us a time to be back in the camper or, in their words, they would pick us up next year when they came back through.īack in those days that would be enough for a t-shirt or a pooka shell necklace or a coconut carved in the shape of a face. When we, six of us or more if we had friends, would leave Gulf Shores where we spent most of our vacations, my mother and father would give us all a $10 bill to walk in that iconic store with the giant shark mouth you have to walk through to enter. Watching people walk around figuring out what to spend their money on reminded me of a tradition our family had. We also gave away $10 as each person signed up to spend on anything in the store that day. We had a sign-up table at the entrance that allowed folks to enter their name and email address to enter a couple of giveaways and so we can keep in touch with them so they’ll know when our next events will be. We offer mimosas, soft drinks, cool water and snacks, something for everybody. We had so much fun that day, like magic the temperatures dropped comfortably, we had the popcorn machine popping (run by Mimi’s mother who is always great for a beautiful smile and some friendly conversation). The speed that the process happens seems to be connected to the amount of rainfall we have received leading up to fall.Ī few articles back I mentioned the plant swap Mimi and the crew put together. Before I know it there isn’t leaf on a tree. It amazes me every year how fast the process of a little yellow and bronzes can turn into a full-blown technicolor show (the reason for so many types of maples in our yard). Of course the fall colors are the dealio all around the state and we plant our yard very much with fall in mind. Mimi doesn’t mind as long as the wood is easily lit, fire seems to bring her a lot of comfort and light during the shorter days. I like to spend time in the woods in the winter and I will often spend a night or two camping out on the weekends. We like to start big blazers and leave them going until the flames lull us off to La La land. We like our fires to start easily in the winter.

SPENT MONEY CROSSWORD FULL

I like my wood to sit there in the dry for a full year, I discovered a long time ago that the firewood guy I use has a different definition of “seasoned” wood than mine. I have my barn full of this year’s firewood.

Sometimes they rain so heavily that I’m not sure someone is not having target practice down there. At work my truck is getting bombarded with pecans falling and pretty soon I expect to begin hearing the acorns hitting the roof of our barn. I can tell by how often I am cranking up the blower to keep the falling leaves off the places that Mimi and I like to spend our evenings together when time allows. From here on the day lengths will be a little shorter, a period that plants wait on to begin their processes and for some plants, they will begin to end some of their processes. Last week we got to the day that is 12 hours of daylight and 12 hours of darkness. October is that month the humidity seems to release its grip, the temperatures begin to fluctuate in the right direction and the feeling of hope returns that for the next seven months won’t be so brutally hot. My favorite month of the year has arrived.