"November comes,
and November goes,
With the last red berries, and the first white snows.
With night coming early, and dawn coming late,
And ice in the bucket,
With the last red berries, and the first white snows.
With night coming early, and dawn coming late,
And ice in the bucket,
and frost by the gate.
The fires burn
And the kettles sing,
And earth sinks to rest
Until next spring."
~ Elizabeth Coatsworth
The fires burn
And the kettles sing,
And earth sinks to rest
Until next spring."
~ Elizabeth Coatsworth
Fall is my favorite season. I relish the colors, the crisp mornings, wearing jeans and cardigans, and dinners from the oven. But it seems to get cut short. No sooner have I covered up the patio furniture and closed the kitchen windows - than people are talking about decorating for Christmas.
For me, that happens the day after Thanksgiving. This may be a subliminal nod to my retail days and "black Friday", when the holiday season 'officially' begins. (Although we usually started putting our trees up in late September.)
At home, I decorate with fall colors year round, and at Christmas I just add more red. That's it. Although I've lived in a beach community all my life, instead of shells and sea glass, I have twigs, flora, wildlife and earthtoned-pottery in every room. Here are a few samplings from around the homestead.
The breakfast room table ~
although we never eat breakfast there (:
Snowberry Roseville
Lilies and Freesia cachepots and a
Hudson-Weller lamp in the living room
A Pinecone Trio
The twig- handled basket is one of the pieces broken
(and glued back together) in a mantel mishap
Wildlife in the den curio cabinet;
a hand-painted cider set with a bird on a branch (of course)
and a hefty acorn pitcher with squirrel handle
accompanied by a sweet little deer family
And in the bedroom...
more squirrel!
and an old lake print
and more pottery ~ I think this is the Zephyr Lily pattern,
with a sentimental little brown bear candle
And finally,
this print hangs over the mantle in the bedroom
this print hangs over the mantle in the bedroom
its a forest scene,
with a buck walking into the light, looking back
with a buck walking into the light, looking back
It reminds me of my husband; strong and sturdy, brave and rugged
Whenever I study it, this song always comes to mind
"When It's All Been Said and Done"
Wishing you a spectacular November ~ every bit of it.
Counting My Blessings,
Susy
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