keep your fork, there's pie!

I've known 'urban' hospitality living in Virginia in the early '80s, but our trip south to Arkansas this month brought a whole new meaning to Southern Hospitality. Mena, Arkansas has several home town cafes the best being the Skylight and the Mena Cafe and Vickie's up the road a piece in Hatfield. Here's the best part: homemade pie in every one of them! Too many kinds to remember. Our first visit to the Mena Cafe found the place closed on Mondays. As we sadly turned back to the car the cafe's door opened and out came the owner, her husband,her two daughters and twin granddaughters, inviting us to come in anyway 'if all you want is pie. We have pie. I'll go make a pot of coffee while you decide what kind  you want.' Thus began a one week love affair with 'southern' pies: chocolate cream w/meringue, chocolate peanut butter, coconut cream, cherry hand pies, and so on. And on.

Fondly remembering the friendly people of Arkansas, I link a piece of pumpkin pie to ABC Wednesday in honor of the letter P.

 

JUST BEFORE THE DEATH OF FLOWERS,
AND BEFORE THEY ARE BURIED IN SNOW,
THERE COMES A FESTIVE SEASON WHEN
NATURE IS ALL AGLOW. anon

We've been away in spurts in September [Philadelphia to see Dr. Erica], October [Arkansas and points north] and when we went south the trees at home were still wearing some autumn leaves. I took these on our return to our neighborhood and Owasso Lake. I could stand and watch these golden leaves drop silently right before my eyes. On the way home I saw our neighborhood's elusive little white squirrel who unfortunately doesn't need to wear a bulls eye for the local hungry hawks.

 

 Whitie can be seen linked to Misty Dawn's Camera Critters this week.

toe-may-toe or toe-ma-to?

When is a chicken not a chicken?

 

When its a roma tomato from the garden!

 

 

 More vegetable antics @ Ruby Tuesday 2. 

 

Knowledge is knowing a tomato is a fruit, wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad.

 

peace like October

You can only come to the morning through the shadows.  J.R.R. Tolkien

On misty Owasso Lake one morning geese could swim undisturbed by fishermen, only shot by a camera. More beauty at Skywatch Friday.

Red Rose Hips for Ruby Tuesday

Remember the old wild rose bush I found this summer near the railroad tracks? Fast forward to September when I acquired an old English china plate with a fall scene including rose hips. And a sprig of hips from the said wild rose bush. The seasons circle round and round.