Apparently there is a group that's promoting a garden on the White House lawn, for the next administration of course, GW has his hands full winning in Iraq, losing in Afghanistan, tanking the economy, and brokering that dang mideast peace deal in four months. Although, he would look darn cute in a gardening apron. Lily is sounding awful mournful on the porch. She's being extra fat this morning, getting into every nook and cranny (the umbrella stand, the entertainment center (inside and on top), tabletops, counters, anywhere. I locked her outside because she tries to eat the dog food, and they let her! So, she's crying so sadly now.
I'm still really excited about fall. When Rob and Tara came over for Sunday dinner Molly asked Rob if he knew how to install a woodstove. Poor guy, it's like walking into the lion's den here and he's too nice to tell us to leave him and his mad woodworking skills alone. But, he said he's talk to his dad to see how. They would be so rad. What's really missing from this place is that thick sweet smell of woodsmoke, one of my top five favorite smells. We're still trying to figure out how to get the yard raised up but we're making progress on that back patio. And, it's definitely time to decorate for Halloween. It's clear and windy and damn cold out there. So, it's time.
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