Saturday morning.

Some friends came over for breakfast on the patio.  The weather was perfect. Cool, crisp, sunny. The boys stayed and chatted while the girls went on a spur of the moment junk store shopping trip. What a great Saturday



Great conversation and great food and great friends.

And as always... a bossy cow...."Nothin to see here, moooooove along.

My finds at the flea.

Hubby has been searchiing for wagon wheel for the back yard..He scored this one on the cheap!

I passed this table 3 times on Saturday.  I even made my sister go and talk to the lady to see if she would take a lower price.  She did come down 15 dollars on her asking price.  Sadly, I walked away.  I did however go back on Sunday and it was still there.   It came home with me.  YIPPPEEE.

My sister and I both bought old window screens.  I have big plans for the cutie.

I loved the color of this frame.  I will remove the flower picture and place a family photo in it.

These 2 little lamps were a bargain. 

OH the cute vintage ornaments.  I wanted to buy them all and had the most difficult time choosing the ones that I wanted. I love them all so much.   NO, I did not buy any pedal cars.  So, there you go, My vintage finds.    The funny part came when we had to load all this stuff up in my car.  I don't know why we didn't drive my husbands truck.  My car has a car seat in the back seat.  After much rearranging and a HUGH trunk we were able to fit everything in. I think I did have to straddle the wagon wheel, but hey...all made it home safely.

Old Time Peddlers Fair

I spent last Saturday shopping at our local peddlers faire.  It was vintage heaven.  A yearly event that my sister and brother in law attend and this year did not dissapoint.  We both came away with treasures that we just could not live without.  Here a few pictures of the cute stuff.



Ready to go in.

I fell madly in love with this pedal plane.  Would be perfect for my grandlittles.

Who doesn't love these vintage cake keeper and the yellow chair,  please!!

Cute John Deere tractor...come to mama.

The vintage puzzles I loved. Her prices were way too high.

Look at the old house.  I want to live there.

This place had the cutest stuff.  It is owned by my old neighbor. 

General Store....way cute.  I love her stuff , too.

Table of Shiny Brites..

Pedal care taxi... Love, love, love.

SCARY PIG,   NO THANKS.  Stay tuned to see my vintage finds....

SHE'S HERE...

On MY front entryway.  The RED chair that I coveted so much (forgive me Lord) has arrived.

Right where she belongs.  In all her beat-up-ness beauty.  She arrived Saturday morning early.  After 3 long months of waiting and groveling and begging and whining and trading of stuff.  I love it.  Thanks sister for your kindness and generosity.  I will think of you when I sit in it. 

My happy place.

Some people say that Disneyland is the happiest place on earth.  I have to disagree.  This pumpkin place does it for me.  It really is one of the most charming, prettiest places around.  It is about 10 miles from my house and starting in mid September I start counting the days until it opens.  I think I could go there everyday.  Walking around the grounds and taking in the beauty just makes me feel all happy.  Just. plain. happy.  So I call it my happy place.  I hope you find this much happiness in a pumpkin patch in your neighborhood.

A corn maze and rows of sunflowers.



I'm as happy as a pig taking a nap in mud.  He really is happy.

This is me being happy.

Pumpkin lined pathways

A footbridge across a lake.

Wagons full of pumpkins and goards.

WHITE pumpkins all gathered together in a bunch.

Seriously, if looking at this doesn't make you happy then you are anti-fall. 

Support your local farmers.

I went to a farmers market on Saturday and after walking up and down the rows looking at all the beautiful produce and fruit, I have decided that I will become a farmer. And if it were not for the fact that I live in the city, don't own a farm or have any farm equipment, don't have chickens to lay any eggs, and have an HOA , I would be.  On second thought, famers have to plant their crops, tend to the fields, water the crops, because rain is scare in these parts, pick the crops, feed the chickens, gather the eggs and a lot more things that I am sure I have no clue about.  I guess I will just go to the farmers market on Saturdays and buy the bounty that the farmers grow.  Thank you farmers for growing such wonderful things. 

Love this sign. Farmer walking in the field.

Beautiful beans

Gorgeous grapes

Pretty peppers

Egg-traordinary, eggceptional eggs.

This little chicken egg weighing scale was the cutest thing. I never knew there was such a thing. I wanted it and ask the lady if I could buy it, she said no.  So, I bought the eggs instead.

Too many tomatoes,

Pink potatoes

This was my selection.

Chopped them up....everyone in the pool.

SOUP for dinner.  YUM

REALLY???

Would you believe that my hydrangas are still blooming?  I guess this is just a testament to the weather we have been having, or maybe this is just a late bloomer.  The funny thing is, all my other bushes bloomed in the spring, this one didn't.   She has a mind of her own and blooms to the beat of a different drum. Kinda like some people.  :)

I need to tell these flowers that they are lovely, but it is time to go.

She is in no hurry for fall.