OK, I am missing October already. And it isn't even over. I found myself tonight looking back through my Flickr photos with lots of nostalgia.
Driving through Vermont, with the leaves changing, it is the kind of day I want to hold on to, and not let go. There is nothing more fun than a day of driving through the countryside, with no particular destination.
Stopping when you want to stop, taking turns that look inviting, taking time.
I have no idea who did this, but I like the way they think. Or don't think. I love this.
And these people have a great sense of humor.
Instead of putting them out by the road with a free sign, they decided to make their own art objects.
There is a certain amount of appealing weirdness about this. LOVE IT.
And I am missing Maine, too. Our short trip there the beginning of this month was lovely, but not long enough. While we were there we went to the Ogunquit Playhouse.
Did I tell you that October is when all the Baby Boomers go to Maine??? Yup. We were all there. Well, a lot of us were there.
But no sense getting all shook up about it.
Octobers come, and Octobers go. Today it was 65 degrees.
Love it while you can.