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If you're looking for Debby and Carol's photo challenge, you're in the right place! Like many creative people out there, we've decided to challenge each other to each come up with a picture a week for the next 52 weeks, taking turns picking each week's theme. However, unlike most others, we're not using fancy cameras and showing off our PhotoShopping skills. Nope, we're limiting ourselves to our phones, and our pictures will be undoctored. Join us here each week for a new picture!

Thursday, October 25, 2018

Week 31: C is For . . .

Debby

Nothing like a drive on a sunny day down a country road. This is from a couple of weeks ago, as we’ve not had sunny days, and I’ve been without my car.

I hope to get out again, this time for the colour, before the cold sets in. The weather channel predicted that our days of double digit, and that’s Celsius, temperatures are done. Oh joy. I’m not ready.



Carol

C is for . . . cats!

I can remember only one year in my life, the year I was first married that we lived in an apartment, when I didn’t share space with at least one cat. And even then I could go to my father’s house to visit my cats any time I wished.

I have a friend who has something like eight cats currently – at one time she’s had as many as ten, most of whom were feral cats that she made friends with then adopted. The most I’ve ever managed is six, and that was two adult cats and four kittens (we also had a dog and three rats at that time).

Pictured here are two of my three remaining furry overlords, waiting for their supper. I think it would be in my best interest to feed them, don’t you think? LOL


Thursday, October 18, 2018

Week 30: B is For . . .

Debby

The sky looked ominous when I set out today for a day trip to Fowler’s Corners, a village north of here. We were fortunate the rain never advanced beyond a drizzle all day.

My “B” selection was to be for BIG, and my photo the big chair outside the Crafters Marketplace. It’s been a few years since I’ve been there and I was disappointed the huge rocking chair was gone, replaced by a big Adirondack chair, complete with steps. I suppose people ignored the Keep Off signs and so the huge chair became a liability.

So “B” could be for big, or with the photo I took of the sky, for black and blue. The lake is a strange colour, as is the sky, a perfect picture of the weather warning for tonight and tomorrow.

Despite the weather it was a good day out with an old friend, and a very successful shopping trip.



Carol

B is for . . . blue betta fish!

Isn’t he pretty? His name is Tiddler, after the fish in one of my granddaughter’s favourite books. She picked him out, so she got to name him. Technically, he’s her fish, he just lives at my house and I do all the feeding and tank cleaning. LOL

Tiddler is not my first betta. Several years ago I had a more colourful betta who lived in a big, jar-like vase with a plant on top. The thing is, although bettas can live in small containers or murky water, it’s not the ideal conditions for them. They do better in larger tanks (at least a gallon or two) with something they can hide in. Merlin, my first fish, lasted a little over a year in his less than ideal conditions.

It’ll be interesting to see how much longer Tiddler lasts with the extra TLC he gets.


Thursday, October 11, 2018

Week 29: Thanksgiving

Debby

Thanksgiving is a time for family, but sometimes the gathering you hope for just doesn’t happen.

My daughter was not cooking as Thanksgiving fell on the anniversary of her father’s death, always a bad time for her.

I was invited, as I am every year, to celebrate with my son’s in-law relatives. But the sudden death the day before of my daughter-in-law’s uncle cancelled those plans.

My sister-in-law was sick all weekend and didn’t cook. They were fortunate to have good neighbours who share, and delivered plates full of turkey and all the fixings.

I have no such neighbour, lol, and made do, my Hungry Man and I, for a turkey dinner.



Carol

Thanksgiving seemed like an obvious choice for this week, seeing as the Canadian Thanksgiving was celebrated over the weekend.

Due to the expanding nature of the hubby’s family, for several years we found it easier to rent a hall and have dinner there, everyone bringing their favourite dishes and the turkey being cooked in the hall’s oven. A little cold and impersonal to my mind, but it worked. But now the kids are mostly grown and have families of their own, so we're back to separate dinners.

I meant to take a picture of the table all nicely set, the food steaming in the center, everyone waiting to dig in, but as usual, I forgot until we were already started. We may be a small family, but there was a lot of love, as well as food, at our table.


Thursday, October 4, 2018

Week 28: Harvest Time

Debby

As our growing season comes to an end, we see the last of the harvest in all its glory. Apple trees, their branches bending with the weight of their fruit. Fields full of those huge round bales of hay... all lined up, and wrapped up.

Is there anything that says fall better than pumpkins? There are the carved pumpkins for Hallowe’en, the ever popular Jack ‘O Lantern. And then there is an abundance of pumpkin flavoured offerings like the Tim Horton’s Pumpkin Spice Latte.

I admit I am a traditionalist. I like my pumpkin in a pie, maybe a muffin, but not in my tea or coffee, or any other very inventive concoctions.

Just pie, plain or fancied up with some whipped cream. And isn’t it nice that the weekend is our Thanksgiving. I see a slice of pie in my future.



Carol

Harvest time. Boy, does that bring back the memories.

This is a farming community, or at least it used to be. When I was in high school and the teacher would start taking attendance in September, a good third of the class would be missing – “Brian’s out working tobacco” or “Sarah is picking apples.”

Apples, corn, and tobacco, the big three. People are more health conscious these days, so you don’t hear much about the tobacco crops, but we still have an abundance of corn and apples. Friday nights you’re bound to run into swarms of the migrant workers, imported from Jamaica or Mexico, as they cash in their well earned pay cheques and load up supplies for another week.

While it would have been great to take a picture of one of the bountiful harvests that are still just a few miles beyond the town limits, it’s been a pretty rainy week – not exactly the best weather for road trips or pictures. So instead I offer a picture of my own meagre harvest. My neighbour with the big garden has a rule – what grows through the fence is mine. I’m thinking it’s almost time to harvest my crop.