Down Home with the Ryes: Scarecrow

Waiting for a Hayride

The black and green scarecrow,
as everyone knows,
stood with a bird on his hat
and straw everywhere.
He didn't care....
He stood in a field where barley grows.
His head did no thinking, his arms didn't move,
except when the wind cut up rough
and mice ran around on the ground.
He stood in a field where barley grows.
The black and green scarecrow is sadder than me,
but now he's resigned to his fate
'cause life's not unkind.
He doesn't mind.
He stood in a field where barley grows.
(Pink Floyd - The Piper at the Gates of Dawn)

TOUCHDOWN!

Another favorite Fall activity accomplished this weekend. Scarecrow making! Having an old barn full of hay is always nice to have in the fall. It comes in quite handy for scarecrow time.

Kissing Cousins

Seesterly love

My beautiful niece Abby!

Taking a break to smell the flowers.

My cousin Jen, along with The Redheads, Jake & Aunt Nance joined in the fun with Tim, Ben, Gail, Carrie, Marge (This is my grandmom, but you can call her Marge - Marge) and me. A fun time was had by all, well almost all.. The pics are quite telling!