Blog 99!

Stella here.
This here's blog number 99! Ain't that just somethin'!
I never thought I'd see the day when me an' Harvey'd have nigh onta a hundred postings on a blog!
Why a year ago I hardly even knew what a blog was. Sounded kinda like somethin' you'd burn in th' wood stove!
An' here we are, comin' up on 100.

Speakin' o' wood stoves... ain't it gettin' some chilly! Th' big old sugar maple down by th' turn-off t' RT. 1 is colorin' up pretty good. It's been lookin' a mite peak-ed these last couple years so I dunno how long it's good for, but it's gonna be pretty again this year - that much I can tell.
I guess trees has got a limited number o' years just like folks do.

Them pumpkin seeds I planted didn't amount to a hill o' beans (excuse th' contradiction) this year. I think maybe it was all th' rain we got. Oh well, there's always next year. I DO like a pumpkin 'r two growin' out back next t' th' compost pile come Fall.

I see in th' paper they had a couple o' cougar sightin's down t' Bath. I hadda chuckle cuz it remended me o' that old Smothers Brothers routine about PUmas in th' creVASSES. Me an' Harvey usta get a good laugh outta that, but I can't remember how th' rest of it went. Gettin' old, I guess.
Saw, too, Mary (o' Peter, Paul &) died. Harvey wasn't much o' one f'r folk music back when they was popular, but I always en-joyed 'em an' so did th' girls. I hear she was a right nice person. Too bad t' lose her like that.

Well, I gotta go. Earlier t'day, when I was too busy t' get online, I was just a-buzzin' with stuff t' tell ya, but I've run outta steam. Guess it'll keep till number 100. I'm off t' bed.
Love,
Stella