Do you ever have times
when you put things together
thinking they will work
and they just don't?
You look at them and think,
this may work for someone else,
but not for me.
I put some pumpkins, crates, baskets, corn flower and mums
together at the front door.
I kept looking at them thinking,
just not right . . .
I liked the little wall basket with the
hydrangeas, pine cones and cattails
but not the front door stuff.
I finally decided what it was.
I am not a mum person.
Never have been.
I decided to try them this year
because my mom always had mums in the fall.
Yellow . . . lots of yellow mums . . .
I like the memory, not the reality.
It isn't me . . . mums don't call my name . . . at all.
Yesterday I opened the front door
grabbed the crates and baskets
and hauled them away.
I moved the mums out away from the front and
kept the mixture of large pumpkins
at the front of the house with the fern..
The cute grey/white pumpkin was spoiling,
thank goodness I could toss it out
in the trash this morning.
The fern came back to its favorite corner.
I decided it needed to remain
whether the frost robs it or not
It looks like me, it looks like us.
The mums found a home amongst the pachysandra..
They seemed to nestle right in
and called this place their home..
and the pumpkins enjoy peeking through the fern fronds.
all is well, autumn is showing its true colors this week.
The rain makes the coloring leaves look brilliant.
Wet, glossy and vibrant.
beautiful season it is.