French Word of the Day: l’automne (aw tum)- autumn

Fall ends tomorrow, and with it, my opportunities to post the 5 thousand pictures I’ve taken on my phone.  (A season is only good to me if it’s photogenic.)

In case you all thought I was languishing at home like some 19th century writer, depressed about being ill and frail (5000% of 19th century writers had tuberculosis), here’s some proof that I’ve been going out and enjoying myself rather than writing depressing sonnets in iambic pentameter.

I hope you’re all ready for some orange.

You can’t smell it in this photo, but there’s definitely some spirit to this cider.

This is actually vegan chilli, which is what happens when your friends don’t appreciate animal by products.

Pumpkins for everyone!

…This meant 3 tons of pumpkin seeds

I may or may not have used the stencil that came with the carving tools. I’m extremely creative that way.

A zoo visit was in order.

Nouvelle Vague, my French friends of the singing world.

I got these tickets for free from work.

I washed my hands directly afterwards.

We like fire.

We like fire a LOT.

Exercised my rights as a citizen, NBD.

Sue and I have a lot in common.

They started a trend with these hats.

Really, let’s all focus on that beautiful stuffing.

My uncle wanted to test it to make sure it was okay for the rest of us.

Box seats to see the Who? Not a bad deal.

Miss Jennifer Hudson looking fierce.

I’ve never tried the gallery thing before, but the Mayan Apocalypse is tomorrow, so I thought I’d try something new before oblivion sets in.

It’s snowing.  Bring it on, winter*!

*Dear Winter, I’m kidding.  Please don’t.