Saturday

 

Astrid decorated the Powell farm for Halloween. It’s a spooky farm.

Sigrid is going to wear the poncho I made her…well, maybe, at least she modeled it. I made it last year.

I had my bird bath by the water hydrant but it wasn’t in view of my porch seat. I moved it so I can watch the birds getting a drink. They are really congregating there. Not much water to be found.

Unexpected gifts, ones I never dreamed I’d receive, have come to me from my cousin Mike Sneed. When our dear Winnie passed, Mike offered to share family treasures with me. Today by American Express a package arrived and inside was my Grandpa Powell’s cane. It’s too beautiful to even use. I often must use a cane now. I think this one could only be carried to church. R. M Powell was born in 1883 and passed in 1954. I am honored to use his cane. When I held the grip, I thought, he held this once. Amazing👩‍🦯‍➡️👨‍🦯‍➡️

Grandpa and Grandma— young and old!