I’m pretty sure Sarge is part bear because when the leaves start to drop and the weather gets cool, he naps more and more everyday. And his favorite spot is on your lap.
Peaceful, romantic hike OR eerily quiet, scary hike? Depends on where it leads I suppose.
One of the most entertaining tournaments of the year is the Ms. October Women’s Invitation Softball Tournament, which is held every October in Auburn, California to raise money for the Underprivileged Youth Fund. When the air is crisp and the sun is setting earlier and earlier, twelve rambunctious teams gather to face off to see who can hit the most home runs. Some teams are stacked with near professional ballers and others are merely stacked with professionals who work for a living and play ball for fun. And yet everyone has a good time watching the ladies go yard…as long as it’s not when you’re standing in the field…that still sucks! My amazing Rockstars got knocked out prematurely this time around, but immediately threw their support behind our local sister teams to encourage them to go the distance against the Goliaths’ in the tourney. Our hootin’ and hollerin’ must have done some good, Safe @ Second clawed their way back from a 1st round loss to 4th place. Not too shabby! Don’t worry ladies…next year will be here soon and the next Ms. October is already less than 12 months away.
There is nothing quite like the shock of red leaves in fall. Even as they are preparing to wither and fall to the ground, they manage to make me smile at their in your face brightness.
There is no better way to start off the fall season than with a trip to a pumpkin patch. And if you’re lucky enough, you can visit a full blown farm like Bishop’s Pumpkin Farm in Wheatland, CA like I did, under the guise of running a 5k called ‘Run Your Gourd Off’. And while they have all the proper fall entertainment like a corn maze, fresh baked goods, crafts, fresh apple cider, a petting zoo and pumpkins galore, my favorite part was the field of ridiculously large pumpkins. Pumpkins so large I could sit on them comfortably as if I were a cute toddler sitting on a normal sized pumpkin. I was giddy with delight roaming through the knee high pumpkins that were easily 2.5 to 4 feet in diameter with vines so big they probably required axes to sever. I have no reasonable idea why, but I want one. And next year…if I keep this running gig up, I’m gonna get one!
I know they are just roadside weeds, but the way they catch the sunlight reminds me of the line ‘amber waves of grain’ from God Bless of America. So patriotic!