Indian Summer Days

Indian Summer is defined as those warm days after the first frost. Our first frost was last week, killed all the veggies in the garden, whacked a few of the more tender flowers, but the leaves on the cotton wood over the pond are still hanging on. The bird net we put up is doing it's job, but we really haven't had a lot of leaves drop yet.

I made the move to winterize old truck (96 Ford Supercab with 156,000 miles) and ran the Suburban in for a quick oil change and antifreeze check. So far, things seem OK.

The days have been fabulous! Night temps may drop as low as 35, but the daytime temps climb to around 70 and even higher. Next week, we are forecast to have temps nearing 80! I don't relish scraping ice and rime off the truck on mornings, but those mornings are around the corner. Some of the older locals tell us that this will be a fairly mild winter. I hope so. Dolly and Max don't like cold weather but Indian Summer is a big favorite with them too.

Last evening, we held a prayer vigil for the election next week. We had about 32 or so prayer warriors and the horns of the altar got a pretty good workout. I don't think the country is ready for a socialist commander in chief. Having to endure the Wicked Witch from the West as Speaker of the House is stomach turning enough.

Last Saturday was the celebration of two friend's birthdays. Ralph Benge, a member of my Lion's Club turned 90! He's the only founding member of our club left around. The other celebrant was Mayetta Parr, a neighbor lady, good friend, fellow church member and charter member of our Saturday Diner's club; she turned 80. We joined her and about 40 or so friends for dinner at the Country Barn. Sunday dinner was at our house, but Wendy brought a toothsome brisket and all the local family was present. Sorry, no photos.