First and foremost, I do not consider myself a blogger. I do consider myself a vacant parking spot waiting on a tractor or a team of horses. Preferably a team of horses.
On Sunday, October 10th we took a family outing to Hubers. Not sure that trip will be on our yearly agenda. There was more that resembled an outdoor big box store than there was that resembled a farm. But Ruby had a good time. The final result is a fast molding pumpkin on our front porch. The weather is too warm to support longevity for this feller. This is Ruby's first Jack-O-Lantern.
In our neighborhood folk really dig Halloween. A number of the families that have lived here for generations have been employed in the surrounding cemeteries as grave diggers. As All Hallows Eve draws nearer I'll capture and post a few more. My personal favorite is the home to Timmy Texas. Timmy owns a hearse. And unless he has a storage shed somewhere his house must be absolutely jam full of decorations all but one month of the year when they all get trotted out into the yard. Timmy Texas also has what has become my favorite business card of all times. It is plain white and all that is on it is... "Timmy Texas - Services" That's it. No number, no address, no explanation of exactly what services. He's a man that cuts to the bone.