This Is Halloween . . . Almost

Welcome to Fall, at That Old House.

Please ignore the summery wreath on the door.

Yeah.  I bought Fall stuff to recycle that wreath.

The Fall stuff is still in its Michael's bag.  My bad.

Time for mums and pumpkins, for leaves on the grass,

and for - inexplicably - the lace cap hydrangea turning back to pink.

Time to let the coleus, grown to bush-size, finally bloom.

We won't tell them that their flowers are kind of goofy.

Mum's the word.  Yes, I said that.  Mums.

And we're sneaking up on Halloween.

Time for tables with pumpkins and ghosties.

Yes, I am always thankful to be living in this old barn of a house.

And I'm thankful that for the last 2 years, our only mice have been these:

Pumpkins and Spiders and Crows, Oh My!

Another Halloween Tablescape.

Now I must fly, my pretties!

Working today, slaving away at the antiques mall.

It's dirty work, but somebody's gotta do it.  :-)

Happy Almost-Halloween!  -- Cass