Just a pair at twilight.
Photographed from a distance, in weak light, with a weak camera, so these pics ain't goin' on no museum walls.
But still . . .
Ain't they sweet?
Just a pair at twilight.
Photographed from a distance, in weak light, with a weak camera, so these pics ain't goin' on no museum walls.
But still . . .
Ain't they sweet?
As I am writing this it is 7:15 in the morning here in Arizona's Central Highlands and the temperature is 53 degrees Fahrenheit.
As of around mid-day the Autumnal Equinox will arrive and officially will be the beginning of our Fall Season.
As usual, though, someone forgot to tell the Weather Gods.
The mercury here is forecast to top out in the 80's today and for the upcoming several days.
Nevertheless the nights will be cool enough to open the house once again, eventually the leaves will begin changing colors and then falling to the ground and, hopefully for our long drought-stricken area, snow will occasionally drop from the sky.
For those of you who love autumn, it's time for your Happy Dance.
A full sheet pan heading for the oven.
Juicy, spicy deliciousness upon emerging from the cauldron.
That gal of mine can cook!
Surprise!
As Willy Nelson sings, "I woke up still not dead again today!"
You could be forgiven for wondering since I haven't posted since last Sunday.
I guess there's nothing much going on here at the old Bar None Corral.
But there are still a batch of cartoons, most sent in by my Comedy Contributors.
You're all appreciated.
So let's take a look and see what's here.
I apologize.
I have been negligent in reporting on the Taylor Family Garden.
So today I have some (not very artistic) photos of our gourd plant.
It has successfully climbed the arbor and is now putting out mammoth gourds day after day.
At least they're mammoth to me, who has never grown a gourd.
(By the way, you'll notice I have included the window from which I take photos of the birds at the birdbath.
You will kindly NOT notice how dirty the window is.)
I keep wondering why the gourds don't fall to the ground but SWMBO says the stem is thick and strong.
TGIF!
Yes it is.
I know.
The days seem to fly by faster and faster.
For me as well as you.
So let's make the most of them.
Let's laugh a little.
So that's it for this week, ladies and gentlemen.
I hope you all, each and every one of you, will endeavor to have an energetic, not enervating, weekend.
And remember the sage words of the Catalyst: always keep laughing!
Here, kitty-kitty . . .
(oh, c'mon, just try it, it's healthy!)
Matty came rushing in the moment I opened the garage door this morning but I'll spare you another photo of him napping on the couch.
Instead I'll tempt your taste buds with a photo I found on my phone yesterday that I'd forgotten about
As you may recall, I prepare pizza most Friday evenings but not the way true pizza cooks do it.
Mine starts with a frozen pizza from the grocery store and is then "doctored" with more pepperoni, a mixture of diced mini-peppers, some mozzarella, sometimes some cherry tomatoes or red onion, and some basil and Parmesan cheese tossed on at the pre-slicing moment.
As I was beginning this post I was thrown back to the 1950's when pizza finally had made it's way to the cultural backwash where I grew up.
We college-age kids used to have what were called "pizza parties" where the pies would be created, baked and devoured while we listened to Duke Ellington and Dave Brubeck records.
We felt soooooo sophisticated!
I realize now that that was typical of many college sophomores of the era, full of "great wisdom" imparted by our reading Jack Kerouac, J.D. Salinger and dipping into some Kafka.
I remember reading "Metamorphosis" aloud to a friend as he drove us somewhere on a North Dakota highway.
That was long ago now in an increasingly fuzzier memory.
But I still love my Friday Night Pizza.
Matty came by again today.
He had a snack and a drink and then headed for his favorite spot on our couch for a nap.
Do you think he's comfortable around us?
I read this morning that the French actor Jean-Paul Belmondo had died at the age of 88 in Paris.
Well here we are again nearing the end of a momentous week.
Lots of developments, both national and local.
But my job is not to discuss those but to amuse you.
So "let me entertain you".