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Photography of Woodlawn Cemetery in The Bronx, New York  by Patricia Gonzalez.

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This past week was great.  I usually like to be by myself (and Lynette) but this week we got together with some old friends for dinner on Thursday and in-laws on Saturday.  They are my daughter's father in-law and mother in-law. On the way to dinner on Thursday we stopped off at my brother-in-law's home for a short visit. I brought him two boxes of Mallomars, one of his and my favorite cookies.  They are only available for he cooler months of the year and mostly only in the northeast USA. Laurissa and Ryan called us on Skype on Sunday and we had a nice visit with our grandson Miles. 10 Weird Things You Didn't Know about Mallomars - Thrillist VIDEO: Video: The mesmerizing method in which Mallomars are made - The Globe and Mail

I found this video from YouTube on Lynda's blog Linda's Peaceful Place.  Here's the link:  Linda

Sometimes I spend too much time evaluating my life.  But it can be helpful if you don't become obsessed with it. From the site: (From  Funny Days, Weird Holidays & Celebrations 2016 | Days Of The Year ) After spending a little time (not too much) on this and making any changes that might be useful; I like to go back to just enjoying life. Are there any thoughts you'd like to share?

Lynette saw a framed copy of these lyrics in her brother's house.  When she looked on the web she found this lovely song, just in time for the season.  "Come Little Leaves" (Here's the full version of the original song) "Come, little leaves," said the wind one day, "Come over the meadows with me, and play; Put on your dresses of red and gold; Summer is gone, and the days grow cold." Soon as the leaves heard the wind's loud call, Down they came fluttering, one and all; Over the brown fields they danced and flew, Singing the soft little songs they knew. "Cricket, good-bye, we've been friends so long; Little brook, sing us your farewell song- Say you're sorry to see us go; Ah! you are sorry, right well we know." "Dear little lambs, in your fleecy fold, Mother will keep you from harm and cold; Fondly we've watched you in vale and glade; Say, will you dream of our loving sha