It's Wet, It's Windy, It's mid-October

 

Good morning! Another dreary Friday. This is the seventh stormy weekend in a row here. It's windy but warm-ish, mid-60s.

I put on a butternut squash yellow t-shirt to be cheery, but Mo is hiding, camouflaged in his white blanky on the white sofa back. He is hoping to avoid a rainy day walkies. [below, looking for an incentive bribe]

I've been Fall decorating now that is is actually Fall, so even though I don't put out the Halloween things til Halloween, I'll share some pics of my little home. I hope you enjoy the visit.

I read a post somewhere, the woman had been asked why she collected seasonal items, why she decorated through the year*. And she said, simply: she does it for her own pleasure, it marks the year as it goes by. I so agree. I love seeing my collections again, the glass pumpkins, the cheddar quilts. Sorry nothing new here except the blue Pumpkin. 

Welcome, come on in! 

Yes, the wind has shaken the boxes off kilter!

Close ups, puttering around with my treasures....aka clutter, junk, stuff, dumpster fodder.

 

some of the glass pumpkins:

I like to use autumn toiles, picks up my black and white--or some years 

brown polychrome--transferware.

have a fun weekend! Shepherds pie and bread pudding are on the weekend menu. What are you cooking?

love

lizzy

gone to the beach.....

The wind, 25 mph off the ocean,  is blowing flocks of tiny birds south over the dunes now. Perhaps they find shelter and seeds for sustenance as they migrate south. Sadly I've begun cutting back the zinnia pots on my deck. I am allowing some to remain, for seeds and for butterflies and bees though none have visited for 2+ weeks.

Baby Mo still spends any sunny-ish afternoon out there, always hopeful for a jerky chew, a scoop of summer ice cream.

I'm a bit sad. Autumn is a time of loss and endings, in its glorious own way.

PS *The same person [I think] was musing on why she still bothered to blog. And a person whom I usually admire on IG sarcastically mentioned, Oh remember when we used to blog, hahaha....Anyway the still-blogger said it well: I like to take photos, I enjoy writing.

So here we are--''still trying to grab the brass ring, still riding high on the carousel of life." quote from my mom's memory bracelet I had made, years ago now.