once upon a time

. . . we received homemade baked goods from our dear friends, dressed little girls in 

flouncy bows, sat out on the porch for hours, loved only one special stuffed toy, and sent handwritten notes . . . I may not write a note as often as I'd like, and I sit by a firepit instead of on a porch, but it is nice to see bits of days gone by in my daily life. 

*thank you, Candy, the zucchini bread was delicious!*

margaret 

Whenever I see old photos at estate sales, shops, flea markets, etc. it makes me a bit sad to think there is someone out there who knows of the people in the photos but somehow they have become lost from one another. I find I want to take the photos home with me rather than have them drifting about with no place to be. That is the case with Margaret, her name was written neatly in cursive on the back. I was going through some photos today and thought this one fit in October. Margaret appears to be dressed up for Halloween, something spooky or as a flower maybe.