Something chewed up the jack-o’-lantern candles and one jack-o’-lantern

New York ironweed seed heads, and the often-skittish neighborhood cat decided to roll in our driveway and let me pet it and pick it up. (Cats should not be outdoors because they predate on birds, but I still want to say hello)

Surprise autumn violet

Sweetgum shadow

Bright garden

I am delighted that this delightful book has a 100th anniversary edition, but Penguin Random House’s invitation to “Never miss a new book by Anita Loos” seems a titch optimistic

Under a bridge along 5th Avenue, Pittsburgh, driving home from brunch

@lawandorderpodcast.com I went to the Museum of the Moving Image and see what I saw!

Instead of re-reading the Bible, I reminded myself about my great-grandfather Charles Weiland, who, upon hearing a sermon about original sin circa 1905, looked down at his little girls - my grandmother and her sister - declared, "My girls are not sinful" and never went to church again.

Have I joined a cult? I think I just hang out with a cult. But they're sweet.

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I wore out my fan, but not to worry, I have more.

Evening in the garden with the heavy sweet scent of the lilies as the fireflies started to circulate

Culver’s root in front of the house

It’s so rainy

It occurred to me the other day that my 21-year-old hadn’t had the decades of exposure to poppies and their connection to The War to End All Wars. I told him about my grandfather, the American Legionnaire, about war poetry, and Flanders Field. Turns out he took a course on WW1.

The poppies return.

Google Street View passed our house again yesterday but Soper Road in Perry is completely unknown to them