I’m always surprised when Autumn hits – maybe it’s just an Indiana thing, but it seems like every year we’re running around in tank tops singing tra-la-la and the next thing you know we’re having to bust out the winter coats already. That’s ok though, because I really love the fall. It’s my favorite season.
This afternoon, a little late, but better late than never, I finally got around to putting together a fall wreath for the front door. I started with my grapevine wreath and stuck bits and pieces of whatnot all over it and wrapped the whole thing up with a ribbon. It’s way too busy, I know. It reminds me of that old adage about looking in the mirror before you go out and forcing yourself to remove two pieces of jewelry. I don’t remember exactly how that goes. So even though the wreath is a little over the top this year, I don’t mind. It sort of brightens things up and that makes me happy.
Happy Autumn, and many apologies to any Carl Sandberg fans who may be aghast at my mishandling of his poetry in my subject line!