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End of September Style. . .

 

It's the end of September already!  Can the tweeds, flannels, and corduroys be far off?  Although we might still have a few unexpected warm days here in Mid-Michigan, certainly by this time next month.  

In the meantime, here's the attire for the end of the week.  Not a bad combination, but I really must take this blazer to the dry-cleaner's to get rid of those very old chalk smudges on the lapel and have it pressed in the process.  I know, I know. . .

The necktie is by J. Press, snagged some years ago for pennies on the dollar from the Put This On shop if memory serves me correctly.  One of my favorite so called critter ties, it reminds me of my youth in rural southeastern Pennsylvania, when Ringnecked Pheasants were a very common sight during the autumn months once the cornfields were harvested.  

Haven't seen or heard pheasants in the almost 30 years since I left Pennsylvania for the Upper Midwest.  Here in Michigan, it's very common to see and hear wild turkeys, Canada Geese, Sandhill Cranes, and Blue Herons just about everywhere you turn in our neck of the woods outside of East Lansing.  

Between late August and Mid-November, flocks of turkeys routinely make their way through our backyard to their roosting spot just before sunset.  The birds must be smarter than we give them credit for, however, since they disappear without a trace about a week or two before the (US) Thanksgiving holiday.  And we don't see them again until the following late summer.

Gobble-gobble!

-- Heinz-Ulrich




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