Way back when my man was of teen age~
his Mama knit him gray woolen socks with red stripes.
To keep him warm on his run to school~
and his annual fall hunts for deer & squirrel~
But most important to him,
his socks warmed his toes while he cared for the
hundreds of rabbits he raised and sold to the local IGA~
His way to help keep his family's bellies from growling.
He wears those very same socks still~
On every fall hunt for deer and partridge,
to feed his family to keep our bellies from growling.
The socks wore holes in the heels once again~
So finally, using matching yarn,
I knit patches and carefully placed them where~
the holes once wore the wool thin.
My Man now has warm socks for this fall's hunt
and not a knot will he feel.
The yarn is wound throughout the patch in
such a way that finding the beginning and
the end of it, is virtually impossible.
This, for My Man the Provider!
From the vines of dear Uncle Bob,
came multiple clumps of Concord grapes that needed attention.
With many grapes,
And, Oh it is delicious~
That's all folks~
I'll be back after a restful weekend
catching up with the adventures of
Have a very merry time yourselves.
Take time to enjoy the fall colors if they have reached your area.
If not, take a northern drive.
We have been having one frosty night after another so the leaves
are already turning brilliant shades of red, yellow and orange.
Bring on the fall. Breathe the damp air, the wet leaves as you shuffle your hikers through the forest trails.
Watch out for the deer as you drive,
as they already are being seen more often crossing roads.
Stop at a farmer's market and enjoy their organic produce~
Buy a pumpkin!
Bake a pie~
~Thank God for Providing~