Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns. ~George Eliot
George Elliot was the pseudonym of the great author MaryAnn Evans. I feel the same way she did about Fall. By early September, the landcape looks tired and dried up. I feel tired and dried up, too. It is a great joy to change my seasonal decor to concentrate on God's bountiful Harvest.
The first pic is of my fireplace mantle area. I finally got up the nerve to paint it white this Spring. It was one of the best decorating decisions I've ever made. Pssssst, I spray painted it!
The second pic is the area at the side entrance to 256. This is the side entrance that everyone wants to deliver flyers to. The census takers argued with me for a while about who lived there. I live there. The house was once a two-family during the war years, when it was considered a patriotic duty to divide your house if you were able, to accomodate the many shipyard workers who streamed into Portsmouth starting in 1941. 256 has been a single-family home for many years now.
The third pic is an area to the left of my front door. The final pic is a close up of a sweet, sentimental vintage harvest picture bought at a junk store on a old-timey looking easel I got at The Dollar Store. I put up the vintage Scrabble letters just for fun.
I see a few leaves turning color and there's a slight nip in the morning air here in Virginia. God's breathtaking artistry as He paints with golds, oranges and brilliant reds is just a few weeks away. Soon we will lay a fire in the fireplace and have roast pork and warm applesauce with cinnamon. We will bundle up in jackets put in the attic last Spring and throw a colorful pashmina around our neck. We'll harvest the pecans in the backyard, bake hubbard squash and make pumpkin muffins. It is time for parnsips, chestnuts and maple sugar candy. And I can't wait!
