We are our own Van Gogh. Photo taken this morning.
At this time of year a certain type of Grosbeak arrives at our bird feeders. We call them stupid heads. They have really huge beaks and the males, especially like to crash into our windows. They sit and look stunned for a bit and then fly away. With a headache. Then they do it again. And again. Stupid heads.
When is it too late to wear white pants? Is it really too late if it is September and it is still really hot? Does anyone really care if I wear white pants?
September is my favourite month. I think it is all wrapped up in the start of school and it is my birthday month. Husband's too. I love September. It fills me with anticiaption and excitement.
I love the smell of crayons. Just saying.
Linking up with Random Thursday with Cindy at Live a Colorful Life.