The Muscadines Are Mostly the First to Go...

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Muscadines are a wild Indian grape that grows here in the Southern US. They have largely, for the most part, been domesticated. There are some wild vines across the street and they are very, very sensitive to the change in seasons. I noticed today that their leaves have turned from a dark green to a vibrant yellow fall hue.  The dogwood trees leaves have already mostly fallen off those trees. Yes, the season of change is well upon us.

The amount of daylight has also drastically changed as well. As the clock turns 7 am, the first light of dawn is on the horizon and by seven that night, the sun is gone below the horizon. When the time changes in November, it was be mostly dark at 6 pm. UGH! Someone give me some Prozac, stat! That's when I know the cavalry, my father, will soon be here. He's had to work most of the week, and I wonder what kind of mood he will be in when he arrives? Hopefully, he will be a dapper fellow -- sharply dressed and ready to administer medications as he normally is. . 

Bright Sunshiny South...

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Chrysalis...

It is a beautiful view outside this computer room window. It makes me wonder why I am holed up inside on this computer.

Also, I keep seeing these bright yellow butterflies fly by every moment or so. You see them every late summer about this time. It wells up a feeling of nostalgia within. I know fall is on the way when I see these creatures.

Lunch was toasted buttered raisin bread with a sliced banana and some peanut butter spread on. It seems all three of these foods were made for each other.

Martha's Official Driver...

"I'll make you a deal," my father said last night with a very serious tone to his voice. "Will you drive your mother around town and to her appointments? I will pay you back in computer parts and games."

"You know I would have done it for free," I told my father sincerely. "I'll be glad to help in this matter to the utmost of my abilities."

Why we haven't done this sooner is beyond me.  Momma can barely walk a straight line and certainly can no longer drive a car.

"Now, you can't be tardy or miss an appointment," my father told me. "You know how your mother, the Secretary, can be."