Cupcakes squared

Great minds. Elisabeth and George came over bearing gifts. First, they brought a couple of great puzzles for dear wife Karen’s birthday, including the cool collection of cupcakes. Then they toted a plate full of homemade apple cupcakes. We all thought they looked fantastic side-by-side. And the real-life cupcakes tasted great, too.

Making the most of the old truck

Straw poll says. I wondered while I drove west with my dear wife Karen what the folks at Sauders market would display in the vintage truck they park out front. During our summer visit, it was ears of corn. The winner in autumn is … Easily-handled bales of hay straw. Perfect for building your own…

Mums abound

Big and colorful. It’s undeniable that the mum is a mainstay in Central New York in autumn. And the folks at Sauders market had an eye-opening display out front. Beautiful.

Honeycrisp our goal

One bag, yes. During our pleasant drive west to Sauders, I knew one of the items I wanted in our car for the trip back home was a bag of Honeycrisp apples. It is that time of year for great local apples of all sorts here in Central New York. And there were the Honeycrisps…

Here’s to lunch

Combo meal. My dear wife Karen and I were fascinated by the cafe attached to Sauders on our first trip west this summer. So we timed visit two for lunch time. After a wait on line behind a half-dozen or so other hungry parties, I decided on the combo special of grilled cheese and chicken…

Pumpkin time at the market

Colorful lineup. My dear wife Karen and I decided it was time for a little drive west to take in the sights of seasonal displays put our by Sauders market. They didn’t disappoint us with the pumpkins and gourds out front of the Amish-run establishment. Easy pickings. If the big orange to-carves or leave-on-the-porches weren’t…

Feeling scary

Holiday spirit. I must thank our next door neighbors for showing the Halloween spirit each and every year. And heir decorations are never the same …

On the edge

There’s some color. Taking a little stroll past the neighborhood triangle, I spy a tree-a-changing in this autumn of hanging-on-to-green.

Lonely rose

Lonely. Usually, our backyard roses don’t come out singly. Too many plants, I’ve thought. Caught this one yellow bloom, though, with no pinks, whites or purples to be found.