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
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