Happy Halloween!
Used to carve jack-o-lanterns and go trick-or-treating. Back when my four kids were younger (and way back when I was younger, too). Now I plug in an electric-lighted plastic jack-o-lantern and mourn the absence of that big pile of candy the kids used to bring home. It was only fair that they share their loot with the mom/chauffeur who drove them into town to go trick-or-treating in the first place!
(Looks pretty much real, doesn’t it!)
Yesterday morning on my way to the barn I was greeted by a carpet of newfallen leaves which had rained down from the big soft maple tree by the house. Wanted to catch a photo of them before they become brown and curled, which doesn’t take very long.
This pumpkin looked photoworthy, too, in the morning light.
Soon and very soon, cold weather will pull in to transport the fall colors away.
Here’s a portrait of “Friendly”, a very friendly cat who likes to hang around amongst the flowers near the house.
Right now, I have my computer situated in front of the door to the porch and yesterday while I was reading blogs I suddenly became distracted by this ash leaf clinging to the screen:
Before that, I had walked along the road for a ways. Not much of color or interest in the ditches right now, though I did snap this next photo of a Goldenrod transformed into Beigerod:
Finally, here’s a photo which has been patiently waiting in the top row of the October file, having been snapped while I was out joy-riding on the first day of the month:
As mentioned in yesterday’s post, I was in Pella over the weekend. Visited my daughter, son-in-law, and granddaughter. Took a walk downtown on Saturday morning.
Such a beautiful sunny day! Flowers still in bloom here and there.
Click here to read about a Lincoln exhibit I toured a few years ago at the Scholte House Museum.
On Saturday, this farmwife blogger roamed to the Pella area once again, and decided to visit the Cordova Park Tower on the shores of the Red Rock Reservoir of the Des Moines River. With a height of 100 feet, it is the tallest observation tower in the Midwest and features the world’s tallest and longest continuous set of fiberglass stairs. How about that!
The long-spanned bridge looked intriguing, so I drove over there for a closer inspection…
Here’s some photos taken exactly one month ago. These are Swamp Milkweed which grow in the roadside ditch near our farm. Click here to see how they looked while in bloom during the summer.
Buster wants to show you our farm’s very own scenic overlook.
A hard frost is in the forecast, meaning more changes in the scenery are on the way!
Greetings from Iowa, USA! Thank you for stopping by!
(Photo taken October 12, 2011.)
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Usually, I assemble blogposts the day before they are posted, as probably many bloggers do. Yesterday was a cloudy, cold, windy day and I was in the mood for some color as I perused the photo file. This Cosmo which was captured on camera three days ago caught my eye. I’d say its safe to say this pretty flower’s life is almost over.
On our way home from Brush Creek Canyon and Motor Mill last Sunday, my husband and I drove through Backbone State Park. It is Iowa’s oldest state park and when I was a kid we called it “The Devil’s Backbone”. This first photo was taken at the new overlook along the road just inside the park’s east entrance. The Maquoketa River can be seen, lined with cliffs of limestone exposed below the tree-covered slope. If you walk the well-known “Backbone Trail” to the far reaches of its loop, that’s where you will end up. I have hiked it many times. There wasn’t enough time to do that on this trip, however. We had to get home to milk the cows!
From Brush Creek Canyon my husband and I drove on to the ghost town of Motor, located east of Elkader, Iowa. Its focal point is the six-story limestone grist mill building which towers over the Turkey River. Remnants of a now non-existent bridge can be seen in this first photo.
We strolled down Motor’s one and only thoroughfare.
The interior of the mill was not open for touring.
Once past the mill, we glanced across the river and noticed a wagon drawn by mules….standing there stubbornly refusing to cross a river that has no bridge! Actually, there is a riding trail on that side of the river.
Nestled against the hillside was the old limestone cooperage:
Near the top of the hill was an old quarry site. We tried to envision stonecutters at work and how they might have transported the limestone blocks down the hill to be used for construction of the Motor buildings.
A little ways down the road past Motor is a campground. It looked like a nice peaceful place and if I were a camping person I’d probably like to stay there. Once past the campground, the road became a one-lane track. This final photo was taken through the windshield. It’s SOOC and hopefully helps to show what an absolutely gorgeous day it was!
Yesterday, my husband and I took advantage of a sunny autumn Sunday by going on a drive. As we pulled away from the farm he asked me where I wanted to go and I said, “Let’s go to Motor Mill so I can take some pictures and after that we can go wherever you want.” On our way to Motor Mill, I suddenly got the notion that we should also visit Brush Creek Canyon near Arlington, Iowa. Only one other time in my life had I been there and that was over 40 years ago, on a Sunday drive with my parents and siblings.
After backtracking due to a detour and our inability to be attentive enough to notice small signs, my husband and I finally located the gravel road leading into the park which which owns the name, “Brush Creek Canyon State Preserve”.
The tree-filled slope led down to Brush Creek. This is what canyons look like in Iowa!
We could have eaten our picnic lunch in the park shelter house, but since it was still before noon, we decided to travel on. This is the road leading into and out of the park….
Tomorrow, I’ll show you Motor Mill.
Since 1949, this statue of Our Lady of the Seven Dolors has been standing in the cemetery behind St. Anthony of Padua Chapel, also known as The Smallest Church in the World, near Festina, Iowa.
Dolors are sorrows. She is Our Lady of the Seven Sorrows, with those sorrows being:
1. The prophecy of Simeon
2. The flight into Egypt
3. The loss of the child Jesus in the temple
4. Mary meets Jesus on the way to the cross
5. Jesus dies on the cross
6. Mary receives the dead body of her son
7. Jesus is laid in the tomb
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