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| Here's to a fun week of preparations for the feast. Some of New Jersey's wild turkeys, above, are slipping quietly into the woods. They can disappear remarkably fast for such big birds. |
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| But this guy... a member of the flock that lives in my little suburban town, was showing off during breeding season last year. They look different when they want to be seen. Click to enlarge. |
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| Today is National Homemade Bread Day! Guess how I spent the morning. |
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| Here are the two loaves that ball of dough made. I covered them and let them rise for an hour. I sprinkled corn meal on the pan for a crispy bottom crust. |
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| One hour later -- risen, floured, scored and ready to bake. |
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| After baking! The house smells wonderful. |
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| This is the more beautiful of the two. Looks good, doesn't it? |
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| Perfect inside. The whole thing took about 2 and half hours from gathering the ingredients to this. Click to enlarge. |
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| Buttered while still warm. |
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| Second slice with homemade peach jam. And that is how one celebrates National Homemade Bread Day. Try it! |
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November Night, by Adelaide Crapsey
Listen...
With faint dry sound,
Like steps of passing ghosts,
The leaves, frost-crisp'd, break from the trees
And fall.
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| I remember collecting autumn leaves when I was a child, head down, looking for the most interesting, the most beautiful. I'm still doing it, but with photos now. Love this red and purple one. Click to enlarge. A few more... |
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| "How beautifully the leaves grow old. How full of light and color are their last days." John Burroughs |
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| Daylight Savings Time ends today. Check your clocks. Set them back an hour if they have not already done it themselves. Prepare for darkness at dinnertime. |
And, as the sun sets over Philadelphia at 4:55, ask yourself this question from
Dr. Seuss:
"How did it get so late so soon?
It's night before it's afternoon.
December is here before it's June.
My goodness how the time has flewn.
How did it get so late so soon?"
