For Unto You is Born This Day...

 Our new Christmas offering...just listed on the website

The Last of Garden Color...

 Chance of snow flurries and dropping temperatures
made me cut the last of the hydrangeas this morning. 
I I hoped they would still be around for Thanksgiving
but with the weather forecast,
it doesn't look like the blooms will be around then.

 So I will be enjoying them for the next week on the kitchen table. 

November Sunset

What a beautiful evening in my little corner.
The sunset put on quite the show

Time Flies...

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Just wanted to pop in and say Good Morning.
  Been extremely busy in the shop the past week
and haven't been around lately. 

Have a great day folks.

What a Beautiful View...

...from my studio window.

A gorgeous afternoon...
to be working on signs of Thanksgiving.

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Next...Christmas Goodies.

Two Days...

It took 2 days for Halloween...

 Wednesday Mommy, Gramps and Mom Mom took Buzz and Baby Lion,
first to visit Aunt Dot, who is 97,

  

 and then to Mom Mom Mom's (my Mom) apartment
so she could see them in their costumes. 

  Last night was Trick or Treating with their cousin...
when the candy collecting got serious,
Buzz needed to shed his power pack as it was slowing him down.

Baby Lion took her first time Trick or Treating very seriously.

She wouldn't let anyone touch her bag of treats,
and when it got too heavy for her to carry, she just dragged it.

Loved being included on the candy collecting mission.

Ghostly Things are Gonna Happen...

 As you stroll this Halloween Eve...

 Beware of Things that go Bump in the Night ...

Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore— While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door— "'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door— Only this and nothing more. - See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15638#sthash.Y1EHkyWg.dpuf

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore— While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door— "'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door— Only this and nothing more. - See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15638#sthash.Y1EHkyWg.dpuf

 Quoth The Raven, "Nevermore."

Quoth the Raven "Nevermore." Quoth The Raven, "Nevermore."

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore— While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door— "'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door— Only this and nothing more. - See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15638#sthash.Y1EHkyWg.dpuf

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore— While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door— "'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door— Only this and nothing more." - See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15638#sthash.Y1EHkyWg.dpuf

Have a Safe and Happy Halloween...