Foggy Morning
Fog rolled in off the ocean in waves this morning and the air smelled like a bag full of clams. Everything was muted, including sound. And for once, the morning rush wasn’t so rushed.
On my way back in the front door, I thought I’d snap a shot of the front porch. We’re decorated for autumn. Yesterday I came home and found the corn stalks attached to the front porch pillars. I think M feels a little guilty for roping me into the window deal. She’s been doing an awful lot of nice little things for me the past week.
And then, pretty soon, when he breathes in, his nose will crackle and he won’t smell anything. Oh the joys of deep winter.
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Yes they are great pics! ... I like the second from the bottom in terms of mood, ... looks quite eerie. The bottom one is so pretty though, ... Looks so seasonally festive. People around here don’t do that. Our Thanksgiving weekend is almost upon us, so .... from my home to yours ... Happy Thanksgiving Kate. 
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Thanks, Lynn. It was a eerie out there. Perfect description.
Happy Thanksgiving to you! We have a holiday weekend coming up, too— to honor the guy who didn’t really discover America, but we still pretend that he did. What will you do for Thanksgiving? Is there a traditional Canadian Thanksgiving dinner?
My Mom is doing the Thanksgiving dinner this year. It’s a first in a very long time. My Mom had kinda given up on all holidays while dad was so sick, ... she didn’t participate at all in any of them, and I let her have her space. I’m very happy she is having Lyndsay and I and Noah over tomorrow for the “big dinner thang”.
My eldest won’t be there, as she has kind of estranged herself from everyone but me, ... and that’s very sad. We have lots to be thankful for though.
Most of my weekend will be dedicated to my school work, and that too is sad! *hahaha*
Have a good one Kate. 
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Great pic’s! The BC is so sensitive to the different smells here lol. He asked this morning when we walked out the door to school, “What the heck is that smell, and why does it always have to smell funny every time the weather changes here mom?”