That's Dad with Doodles (as usual) in his lap, relaxing on the patio Sunday morning. In Las Vegas, the fall season is eagerly anticipated, just like our spring. After being trapped inside for many hot months, the doors and windows open again and the air conditioner finally goes off.
The sweet season begins in the desert, with cool evenings and daytime highs in the 80's. Winter gets chilly, but for now both the furnace and air conditioning are silent. And those lucky snowbirds head back to the southwest.
My sister has been on a real tear, getting the outside of her house painted and the patio spiffed up from top to bottom. An inviting sight compared to our soggy, depressing October garden.
Another sure sign of fall-- Nova and Maya helping load firewood on their property outside Twisp. They look so happy and willing, were bribes involved?
A wet hen. Nova took this picture of "Lemon." It rained yesterday for the first time in ages, and they didn't have the good sense to go in their house. I hope they don't catch colds.
For us, a quiet home weekend as usual. Wet and breezy both days, but I still managed to get my walks in. Good thing, with the way we eat around here. We had a beef pot roast for Sunday dinner and watched our crazy football team. Instead of potatoes, I made homemade German spaetzle with gravy.
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