Summer is kaput, and it really is Fall.
It has its good points.
Pumpkins. Real or otherwise.
And a change of wreath on the front door.
From red flowers and whatever kind of seed pods those are:
|Picture taken in the dark, lit by the porch fixture.|
To autumn leaves and raffia:
In saying Goodbye to the Red Wreath, I noticed
something odd. Despite my having purchased it a couple
of years ago at Michael's . . . it still sported its price tag on the back.
A la Minnie Pearl.
Yes, we're a class act around here.
When the Red Wreath comes back at Christmas time,
I'll make sure its price tag isn't dangling off its posterior.
Remind me if I forget, okay?
Meanwhile, want to come in and see what it is really like at
That Old House?
|Ring the high tech door bell.|
No batteries required.
Martha of Lines from Linderhof can tell you that when I say
I am disorganized and you'll have to squeeze around extra furniture and
our daughter's boxes of art supplies in the halls . . . I am telling the truth!
Do you know that it is fewer than 60 days until
Thanksgiving? Oh, my stars and whiskers!
|October 2011 at That Old House|
I'm extra extra late for the Monday link parties, but I have a good excuse. I'm a lazy bum. On purpose. I broke my little toe last week, on our sofa, going in to join Howard and Martha and Jim for drinks in the parlor.
But I didn't spill my drink!
Anyway, I'm supposed to keep off it as much as possible, and elevate it.
Good thing I have Annie to remind me.
Plus, of course, the pain . . . . :-) -- Cass
Mary at Little Red House -- Mosaic Monday. Click here!
Susan at Between Naps On The Porch -- Metamorphosis Monday. Click here!