Saturday, home from Sister's

 I went to see Betty Thursday, one year since Sister Helen passed. We had a good visit.  Betty gave me a jar of apple butter. It is surprisingly good.  When I went to put it up,  I decided I had to clean the fridge. It was a chore, but looks much better.

Then, I had to move my many house plants inside because cold weather is coming,  some unknown day.

I neded more tables for the plants. This old typewriter table has been my nightstand.

Now it is a plant table.

This chair is my new place to set my coffee by my recliner. The green table that was here is now my nightstand. I will have to straighten up the rest of my bedroom before I take a picture of it.

This is the rest of the plants in the spare room. Most of these plants are for Christmas presents for the people I work with.

This is Helen's green pitcher with vining sweet potato plants in my bathroom.

I am tired. No more cleaning or planting today.

Sunday blessings

 

Tractor is running and starts with the key, I think.  At least it starts. Yard ornament no more.