Mountain Entertainment

It were spectacular weather to journey through storybook mountain villages...





Along the mountain roadsides, at the local "home style" cafes, at the village markets, the fall festivals, an tracing the back country lanes, thar's plenty of thangs to amuse y'all's ole Aunty Belle.

Come fer a ride...


This red truck was haulin' apples, fresh picked....


Did'ja catch that bumpersticker? Heah's a closer look:

Meanwhile, Ma in her kerchief proudly displays her own non-unionized non gubmintized non-bailed out handi-work:





A craft fair cum flea market turned up all kinda goodies




I seen mor'n a few decorated fire pits fer sale, but din't manage to be persuaded to drag one home--an' now regret it!






basket art


yarn dolls

the whittler was unfazed by me peerin' over his shoulder.


while he turned out charmers like this heah troll-gnome:


But whas' a country gatherin' wif'out BBQ?


folks who lined up fer the BBQ is jes' plain spoken folks whose philosophy adorns their buggies:





all good thangs eventually comes to an end.

Are Garden Folks jes' Happier?

Nights is lastin' longer, so I'se already behind when I git up in the mornin's.

I'se on my second cup o' cawfee , and happy as a pig in sunshine...I can smell Fall --oh it is fer away, but it's a 'comin'. I noticed over the years: Folks who grow flowers or( and) vegetables is jes' plain happier people!

So, I gotta git out into some dirt--turn over the few thangs that remain in the dog-pen garden, spruce thangs up some...and this weekend will be time ter plant the new vegetables and herbs.

Is any thang happier than a southern gardener plannin' a fall garden?? The vision of yore own vegetables fer Thanksgivin'?

Is anybody out theah a gardener?