When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock*

by chuckofish

Me, oh my, it’s Friday at last. I’ve had a busy week and my mind is mush. I anticipate a quiet weekend.

I need to recharge this weekend, but I am at a loss as to quite how to do that. Sleep. John Wayne movies. Facials. Puttering. Baby exercises.

Estate sales…

Note: empty beer can collection

Well…as old Samuel Johnson (born September 18, 1709) said,

“Pleasure is very seldom found where it is sought.
Our brightest blazes of gladness are commonly kindled by unexpected sparks.”

Have a good weekend!

*James Whitcomb Riley