Saturday, November 21, 2020

This Mom is Restored

My new Mother’s Ring has arrived and it is absolutely beautiful! 
Here is a photo of it paired with my Gramie Ring. These two rings help me feel close to my kids and grands in this time when we have to stay apart. Together they look like a crown, which is most fitting because these loved ones are my Crown Jewels! 

The Kids: sapphire, pearl, gold topaz, opal, sapphire

The Grands: peridot, sapphire, ruby, diamond, sapphire, garnet, ruby, peridot


Friday, November 20, 2020



Thursday, November 19, 2020

Camel's Hump in Vermont


Wednesday, November 18, 2020

Tuesday, November 17, 2020

November Sunset


Monday, November 16, 2020

Pig Pumpkins

After Hallowe'en, there was a notice in our local Front Porch Forum
(which is emailed to all interested households)
inviting folks to drop off their used pumpkins at the end of a particular person's driveway,
so they could feed them to their pigs.  I ♥ Vermont~!


Sunday, November 15, 2020

BEAU (from puddle)

Beauregard Houdini Einstein died about at two this morning.  He’s now reposing in the kitchen in front of the freezer.  He was fine all day, peppy, barky,  Came in about six, had dinner: kibble with chicken soup on top.  About two hours later he seemed to start dragging.  By midnight, it was clear he was feeling crummy.  He’d lie down, listless for long periods, get up and move, then repeat.  I asked him if he wanted to go out    no he didn’t.  I put a little bit of cottage cheese in his bowl, he came over and looked at it, turned around and fell down, legs stiff, very much like a fit, which passed.  He lay there for a while and I comforted him, he got up and walked to in front of the fridge, and one more time to in front of the freezer.  I  was getting up about every five minutes to go stroke, pet, talk softly with him, which he seemed to like, and then the last time, I couldn’t see him breathing any more.  I think maybe a series of strokes.  Dog his size has a eight year life expectancy, he died just six weeks short of ten.
Dear Lord, I’m going to miss him.
Called  Cooter a bit after seven, he’s coming to bury him in our family plot across the river from here.   Blessed child.