Deliveries and Doorways

Clump 121: Mail cards and packages.

Ah, I can breathe more easily now. Sending a bunch of presents and cards to their intended destinations is cathartic. What a clump!


I had heard on the radio that traditionally December 19, today, is the post office’s busiest day of the year.  Amazingly, when I finally arrived, there was no line.  A Christmas miracle!  The postman asked if I was sending anything fragile. I said just the peanut brittle … he (good-naturedly) threatened not to send out my packages, since I hadn’t brought him any.


It’s not really the holiday season in our house until my husband starts making his mother’s peanut brittle.


Before I got to the post office, on the way home from visiting my mom, I stopped in Strasburg and couldn’t help taking a few photos.


These were the same type of lovely boughs and berries that had been arranged so beautifully at Meeting on Sunday.


This was the porch of a shop … not someone’s home. I’ve gotten bold with my prying camera, but not that bold!


If you ever want creative house decorating ideas, Strasburg is the place to go.


This was a cute little reminder on the porch of the shop, a fitting holiday sentiment.


Thank you to you, my kind friends who make life good.

Sweet Darlings

Clump #73:  Rake through and recycle old newspapers and spent tickets.

A recent whirlwind of delightful and surprising family visits caused me to let go of my newspaper-reading habit, and, like fall leaves, the papers accumulated into ever-growing piles.


This was a bag of tickets my husband had been tabulating as the Fall Festival financial manager.  It implores: “please recycle me.”


Okay, I will.  With the cardboard clementine box below, it reads: “Recycling Works, Darling.”


Every time I drive through Lancaster County, PA to visit my mom, I’m buoyed by sights fascinating, beautiful, enjoyable, or all of the above.   For instance:

I adore this goose, and by extension, the person (I’m guessing woman?) who dresses her up in myriad outfits to suit the seasons.  Pictured, below, was today’s Halloween garb.  Maybe some day I’ll have the gumption to knock on the door and thank its owner and clothier in person.


By contrast, this was the ensemble for late summer:


Of course the visit with my mom, itself, is the main attraction, but I also love the feeling of getting out into the country.  Where else can you get big pumpkins for $2.00?


I bought one, and this is what you find at the front wagon: the honor system.


Last week I was snapping pictures of these adjoining houses with pumpkins over their doors.


I thought I was being inconspicuous …


when I noticed a piercing blue flower creeping over the sidewalk.  I tried, unsuccessfully, to get a clear image of it as it swayed to and fro in the wind …


and suddenly a woman and her husband came out of the house.  To my great relief, instead of telling me to leave, the woman asked if I would like to have some of the plant.

I asked her if I could take a picture of her giving me the plant.  I didn’t have the nerve to say it might end up in a blog, so I didn’t photograph her face.


I also failed to tell her that she, the goose-dresser lady, and the trusting pumpkin seller had strengthened my faith in mankind.