Real sunshine today in northern New Jersey.
And the people rejoice.
At least, this people is rejoicing.
I was beginning to grow moss up my north side.
Which is not my best side, you know what I mean?
I have gotten no further in outdoor Fall fluffing than a wreath on the front door, a few pumpkins and mums
scattered hither and yon, and the artfully disheveled sprinkling of fallen leaves, courtesy of my partner
Who, by the way, is terribly bossy. Insists on getting her own way, and always does.
I have to admit that decorating That Old House for a holiday is not a chore.
She's pretty cute all on her own, so any fluff we add is just that -- fluff.
The first summer we owned this house, our daughters went Dollar Tree decorating crazy on Memorial Day:
Ah, yes, such dignified patriotic decor for a venerable early American house.
I'm sure they do something similar in Colonial Williamsburg on such days.
When we bought That Old House, she was yellow, with green shutters.
And she had lots of boo-boos needing attention; her complexion was a disaster.
(Translation: don't look too closely at her lattice, shutters, trim and other delicate areas.)
Our second Christmas, in 2009, our daughters and I decorated the front door.
In the snow.
I think we'll do a similar door decoration this year,
but no more yellow house with white trim; That Old House got a paint job back in June.
Crisp white on the old cedar clapboards and woodwork, and all her boo-boos fixed.
Blue porch ceiling, gray porch floor.
Dark, dark, dark green on the shutters and around the front door.
Sadly, most of the old shutters were shot; they will be replaced someday when the Shutter Fairy shows up.
In August, we discovered that the proper state for a front porch anticipating a hurricane is nekkid.
But now it's Fall, and our old farmhouse-in-the-suburbs
is getting its gold on, along with its oranges and russets and
plums and dark greens ... all those autumn colors.
That's a fake Jack O Lantern on that teeny wicker chair.
I love electric Jack O Lanterns; plug 'em in and let 'em shine.
No worries that you'll fry a squirrel or burn the house down.
Our front porch won't get much attention from us this weekend.
We are heading out east to Long Island, to the family beach house. Big plans -- some painting,
some slipcover-wrestling (soon to be an Olympic sport), just enough wallpapering to avoid divorce,
a few meals of local fish and veggies, much staring at the watery views,
and the sit-down-and-take-an-unplanned-naps that salt air force upon you. Have a lovely weekend! -- Cass
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