The last of the 28 Thanksgiving guests have gone, the house seems empty again, the pocket doors closing off space not necessary for two people. The entryway is still decorated for autumn.
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Although fall doesn't end until December twenty-first, this Sunday marked the first week of advent, and the weather forecasters are threatening snow and freezing temperatures. Sure feels like winter has arrived. I suppose it's time to take the pumpkins out to the compost heap or let them decorate the flower beds as they turn to mush. Maybe a few batches of pumpkin soup for the freezer are in order. Little too much raffia between the Indian corn. - less next year. Easy to get excited with a new package of raffia, right? BTW the half cut off guy on the right who should have been cropped out of the picture is St. Fiacre, patron of gardeners and cab drivers. And from Wikipedia - "Saint Fiacre is commonly invoked to help heal people suffering from various ills, based on his reputed skill with medicinal plants. His reputed aversion to women is believed to be the reason he is known as the patron saint of venereal disease sufferers. He was known for healing hemorrhoids, which were called "Saint Fiacre's illness" in the Middle Ages." So he's got you covered coming and going.
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But first it's time to put away the last of the dishes from three tables. Next year I'll take pictures of the tables like blog pal Linda did. Now where did all of this stuff come from?
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I love autumn and am sad to see it end but am truly thankful to have had a house so full of love to celebrate the season. May you be blessed by the presence of those you love on special days and always.
Although fall doesn't end until December twenty-first, this Sunday marked the first week of advent, and the weather forecasters are threatening snow and freezing temperatures. Sure feels like winter has arrived. I suppose it's time to take the pumpkins out to the compost heap or let them decorate the flower beds as they turn to mush. Maybe a few batches of pumpkin soup for the freezer are in order. Little too much raffia between the Indian corn. - less next year. Easy to get excited with a new package of raffia, right? BTW the half cut off guy on the right who should have been cropped out of the picture is St. Fiacre, patron of gardeners and cab drivers. And from Wikipedia - "Saint Fiacre is commonly invoked to help heal people suffering from various ills, based on his reputed skill with medicinal plants. His reputed aversion to women is believed to be the reason he is known as the patron saint of venereal disease sufferers. He was known for healing hemorrhoids, which were called "Saint Fiacre's illness" in the Middle Ages." So he's got you covered coming and going.
But first it's time to put away the last of the dishes from three tables. Next year I'll take pictures of the tables like blog pal Linda did. Now where did all of this stuff come from?
