Saturday, November 12, 2016

The Saturday Picture Show, November 12, 2016

Once again, a sad lesson for a devotee of tattoos.  This fellow gambled that the Cleveland Indians, the baseball team, would follow the town's basketball team, the Cavaliers, in winning the world title for 2016. As you know, they came in second, making his tattoo a collector's item, like that stamp with the upside-down plane.
This is the patch to be worn on Oriole sleeves this coming season, celebrating 25 years at the ballpark down by the Camden Yards.
A young friend told me this was her favorite poem, and what a great time of year to read "Nothing Gold Can Stay" by Robert Frost. Gold is truly the hardest hue to you can tell when a windy day blows the trees clear.
Another great part of fall is special snacks, such as donuts made with apple cider.  Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
When I was young, we always had a compost heap in the back yard, where Dad and I would pile leaves and grass clippings.  After a while, it turned to very useful mulch and peat moss. It you found yourself outside on a cold day, sticking your hand into the heap would warm it right up!  The decay of the organic material produced heat.
And here is what Autumn looks like at a 200-year-old mill in France.
Five million people attended the Cubs' World Series victory parade.  It's not known how many of them were getting tattoos at the very moment this photo was snapped.
We had to sing a song in elementary school about the "Kookaburra" (Kookaburra sits in the old gum tree. Merry, merry king of the bush is he. Laugh, Kookaburra! Laugh, Kookaburra! Gay your life must be.) They are terrestrial tree Kingfishers of the genus Dacelo, and live in Australia and New Guinea, and if you wish to hear what they sound like, click here!

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