Our Organic Halloween Ogre

These tall red-headed stalks seem to stand guard on the edges of our yard like ogres ready to attack.  Many people ask what they are called and say they have never seen them.  Amaranth is their name and come back year after year reseeding from the million seeds that fall.  Much like scarecrows with arms out-stretched, birds and such don't seem to like them.   It almost resembles the 'Venus Fly Trap' but in giant mode.

A perfect Halloween decoration with hairy arms and scraggley head, who needs ghosts and goblins?  Definitely organic with no plastic or party store preparations, here. 

Did it just say, 'He is coming to take me away, ha, ha! Repeat several times, and any child would hide behind their Mom to avoid this lanky beast afraid of being wrapped into its arms and gobbled up.  BOO!

Turn of Two Events

After years of taking early morning walks/jogs, I have gone several thousand miles and never once fallen down.  Except for the time I stepped into a water meter hole and landed up to my hip.  Often it is very dark, but street lights and passing cars illuminate the way. 

This week on the same morning within fifteen minutes of each event, I stepped on some uneven pavement edge and turned my ankle then fell flat.  Ouch!! Getting up and testing the injury, finding that I could walk, I set out again only to do the same thing within a half mile.   Scrapping up my knee the first time and arm the second, I considered it might be an omen.  Going another quarter mile, I decided it was best to not overdo it and headed for home making it safely back.  Yes, unfortunately, I cursed both times.  Funny thing is, I also forgot my phone.  Good that the ankle didnt' break.

I was grateful my 'turn of two events' wasn't worse.  Even though swollen and scrapped up, I'm glad it happens only once in a great while.  Looks like swimming and the stationary bike will be my mode of exercise for a few weeks. 

Brayle Bagged a Big One

 In the hills west of Grantsville last week a young gal, Brayle, accompanied by her family, left her home early to try her hand at deer hunting with a muzzle loader gun.  She was tired, it was very early, but this was a new adventure and oozing with excitement was how this gal felt. 

 Only the family knows how early they set out for the hunt.  Sneaking around quietly in the dark so as not to alert the 'deer' on patrol duty that morning, was not easy to do. 

  Dad with his years of experience gave helpful advice as he encouraged her along the way.  A loud 'Boom!!! rang out when the time was right.  Glad we all are for their patience and accurate aim.  Yeah Brayle and to the team!!