Brrrrrr...

Just got hit by the arctic air - we are in the deep freeze already - and not even winter yet!



Happy Thanksgiving to All!

 

What Really Happened at the First Thanksgiving - a painting by Jean Leon

Máté Péter: Hull az elsárgult levél (+playlist)

 

For Gyuri

Sure sign of the upcoming Winter..

 



 The leaves are gone and my bald eagle flew down from the mountains again for his usual winter watch.

Halloween Nursery Ryhmes

 

It is the night of Halloween
When all the witches may be seen
Some are fat
Some are lean

And some are as tall as a castor

bean.



The witches don their pointed hats,
The witches croak and croon,
The witches ride their broomsticks,
Away beyond the moon.
The witches don their flowing cloaks,
The witches stir their brew.
The witches chant their magic spells,
All the dark hours through.
The witches stroke their big black cats,
They comb their locks of gray,
Yet when the first faint daylight comes.
The witches hide away.

 

I'm a mean old witch with a hat.

I ride on my broom with my cat.

My shoes are pointed and my chin is too.

You had better watch out or I might scare you...

The Crimson Sky...



      

Remembrance to the heroes of the Hungarian Revolution of October 23, 1956.                                                                                                                                                                   

Peaceful serenity

Would you like to live in a home home like this?

My daughter-in-law sent me these pictures from visiting my granddaughter in Clevelend and they were entertaining themselves in Amish Country. Here are some pictures of their Amish-built cabin; complete with wi-fi, flatscreen TV, modern kitchen and jacuzzi tub. Her favorite spot was the deck, where she sat on a handmade rockingchair listening to the rooster crowing and the clopping of the horse-drown carriage.