It was a sunny cool morning as Pheebs and I slipped into and around Bayfield. I think this picturesque little Village looks its yearly best at this time of year with all the old trees clothed in their finest Autumn colors. And, especially so on Clan Gregor Square with its fine old ageless Maple trees.
A FEW DRIVE-BY PICS OF CLAN GREGOR SQUARE
A FISHING BOAT LEAVES THE HARBOR LATE THIS MORNING LOOKING DOWNRIVER THERE IS ONLY ONE BOAT LEFT AT ITS DOCKS LOOKING UPRIVER THERE ARE NOT MANY BOATS LEFT IN THE WATER UP THERE EITHER
It was almost a repeat of yesterday afternoon with me in my recliner and sunroom spiders spinning webs around me. While tipped back in my recliner reading, the thought suddenly popped into my head that I was doing exactly the same darn thing today as I was doing yesterday. With that scary thought, I was out of my recliner, on my feet, and out the door like a flying flatulent force of fiery wind gusts. I rounded up all the remaining outdoor summer furniture and put it away. I burnt up a load of burnables in our burn barrel, moved all the stuff off our back deck into storage, raked up more pine needles, and restocked the bird feeders. It won't be long now and that re-stocking of bird feeders will almost become a full-time job. CANADA GEESE PADDLING THEIR WAY ACROSS THE BAYFIELD RIVER
THIS OLD BUT RECENTLY REFURBISHED COTTAGE IN BAYFIELD IS FOR SALE A SHADY BAYFIELD STREET
THIS LADIES GROUP ON BAYFIELD'S MAIN STREET ENJOYS A HOT COFFEE ON THIS CRISP MID-OCTOBER MORNING |
A BLUE JAY AT ONE OF OUR FEEDERS |
GROANER'S CORNER:(( My girlfriend is impossible to buy for so I asked her best friend what I should get her for her birthday.
Best Friend: “Does she like you?”
Me: “Oh yes, I am positive she likes me!!!”
Best friend: “If she likes you, she’ll like anything.”
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- Marriage Counsellor: Your wife says you never buy her flowers. Is that true? Spouse: To be honest, I never knew she sold flowers.
- Sometimes it takes me all day to get nothing done.
- I came. I saw. I forgot what I was doing. Retraced my steps. Got lost on the way back. Now I have no idea what's going on.
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Former President George W. Bush decides it is time to do some public relations at a local Washington DC nursing home. The President begins his "tour" down the main hallway and passes by a little old man who doesn't seem to notice him. Sensing this, President Bush backtracks to the resident and asks, "Do you know who I am?" The little old man looks up from his walker and says, "No, but if you go to the front desk, they will tell you your name."