Yesterday, before I threw away the mini pumpkins that were getting soft, I arranged them on candlesticks on the table. Yes I did. It was fun.
When I was done playing, a Thanksgiving themed runner went on the table along with a few pumpkins that won't get soft.
Then Chris wandered by to show me his perfectly perfect fried egg on toast. I would have mashed an avocado on the toast, layered on a few slices of tomato, then topped it with the egg and a splash of sriracha. Chris is a minimalist. Does that make me a maximalist?
The sharp, thorny, branches of the dead bougainvillea were trimmed and the last of the dried zinnias got bundled up.
It's official, grocery store flower season has arrived in Kansas.
A special shipment of beads and pipe-cleaner Indian corn arrived from Pennsylvania. Oh joy! The Pledger boys are a clever bunch.
While outside arranging it by the front door, I decided the oak leaf hydrangea colors needed to be captured just as the wind was blowing at gale force speed.
While over there I recalled that I had been meaning to cut down the dead blue false indigo foliage. One thing always leads to another.
Before you know it the sun was setting. Good-bye Saturday.
Sunday has gone by just as quickly. Congrats to Dustin Johnson on winning the 84th edition of the Masters Tournament and providing an excuse to eat pimento cheese and drink Fuzzy 360's since we missed that in April. Having thusly indulged I can now move on to Monday. Prepared for whatever it brings. The end.
Just a quick thank you Carol, for your beautiful, thoughtful blog. I look forward to it, knowing it is a real "feel good".
Posted by: jacki long | 11/16/2020 at 01:25 PM
Dear Jacki: thank you for that kindness. XO, carol
Posted by: cmulvenon | 11/16/2020 at 06:08 PM