After the Ball was over...

The garage sale, actually...offerings to the neighborhood gods. Irish kitsch, with a label reading "luck", in case anyone misses the point.

Some very shiny wood items from the Philippines, with a spoon reading "Soup 10", this was from a neohippie gathering a few years back which wasn't quite my cup of tea (so no sentimental value). Now you know, but it will probably be a mystery to the person who removes the set.

A somewhat random collection of patterned whites, vaguely coordinated with fire hydrant.

Don't you wish you lived nearby?

Ed: All gone now...

Two Books from a garage sale (There are no seasons in California)

The second image is from Heath's New System of Writing, more from this exquisite little pamphlet on Tinytheatre.

The season to go inward and take some satisfaction in the hearth fire (whatever that may be for you) in Northern Hemisphere. For myself, I tend towards cooking root vegetables and sewing.