I agree with George...

WASHINGTON!

Hello Fall

To be perfectly honest, Spring is actually my favorite season. But if I had to choose a second, a close second, it would definitely be Fall, for obvious reasons of course. I also LOVE the fact that many of my dearest friends were born during this beautiful season, making each crisp, color kissed day a personal reminder of what amazing chums I have the honor of claiming. Furthermore, given that I was born and raised in this here, Lone Star State, Fall could never be properly introduced without the opening of the biggest, tastiest, one-and-only, State Fair of Texas. Mmmm, I can smell the Fletcher's corny dogs now. And speaking of food and corniness, of all the reminiscent flavors, including pumpkin pie and caramel apples, nothing instantly immerses me into this time of year like candy corns. Controversial I know, but I do treasure them. And I have my grandaddy to thank for that. :)

So, this fall, slow down, breathe deep and stop by sometime so I can catch up on the seasons of your life. No need to call ahead...you are always welcome.

I'll have a hot cup of cider and the candy corns waiting.

Farvegnugen

It doesn't seem that long ago that I learned to drive behind a wheel like this, however, it was a 1973 canary yellow VW Beetle, before my dad painted it Porsche red. That was the second Beetle my family owned. Come to think of it, there wasn't a time in my childhood that we didn't have a VW, or what we so affectionately called," the bug". And understandably so. These little german beauties have long been known for their fuel efficiency, and air-cooling placing them in an ecological category before green was green. But, their most notable feature has to be that charming habitual hum in the motor that we, as a family, and enthusiasts alike will forever embrace.



It wasn't until just a few years ago though, that Dad took a new direction with his love for this classic. No longer was it just a vehicle to get him from point A to point B, but somehow his occasional tinkering and cumulative knowledge lead him from the metropolis of ownership to the quaint vista of collector.

Suddenly the necessity of having an engine so clean that one would guarantee it had never been driven, was of utmost importance. Hours of searching for the rarest of parts, and detailing every square inch of his current 1962 Beetle demonstrated more passion than most of us know in a lifetime.



And eventually, his perseverance, blue ribbons and simple love of the hobby, paid off.



Earning him a worthy spot on the red carpet.

"The difference between try and triumph is a little umph." ~Author Unknown

Our Favorite #3 Boy

Blake couldn't be cuter with his toothless smile and contagious personality. As birth order would have it, he's the third son of five that we have been blessed with. Busy with baseball, we don't get to hug his neck as often as we would like but when we do, all is right in the world.

He actually came this weekend for his younger bro's birthday party, cause it just wouldn't have been the same without him or his wonderful siblings. Fun times were had by all and the snakes survived (but that's a story for another time).



Father and son. There's just no denying that something special happens when a Dad spends time with his boy.

Art

Ryan just celebrated his 4th birthday this week, although, he still seems to thinks he is as big as the others, and I'm not going to be the one to tell him he's not! :)

This is a piece in his latest collection from the iDoodle application. He titled it, "The Beetle Bug". I asked him what the little trail of green dots and dashes was behind the beetle, (wondering if I could possibly have a prodigy on my hands and already impressed with his knowledge of Van Gogh's technique) and you know what he said?


"Poop in the grass".

But, of course.