To be honest, the weather around here has felt like fall for several weeks now. It’s definitely been cooler. Crisp mornings. A few rainy days. Even some of the trees in our neighborhood have started changing colors.
But I have this thing about not rushing the seasons, so I don’t usually get out my fall decor until the official first day of fall.
I changed my display window in the print shop. There’s really not a good angle to take a picture of it because the shelf is so close to the window.
I tried taking a picture from the outside but the reflection on the window doesn’t work out very good.
The lady customers often comment on the decor when they come in. I don’t think the men notice. But I’m enjoying the owls and pumpkins and leaves.
My porch is looking more like fall, too. I added mums and violas over Labor Day weekend, because they like the cooler weather so I know they’ll stick around later than the petunias and geraniums. (However, I’m planning to bring the geraniums in for the winter– if I don’t get caught off guard with an unexpected frost that gets them.) I also brought out the Spice of Life afghan I crocheted last fall.
I “celebrated” the first day of fall this morning with pumpkin-spice-flavored coffee in my pumpkin mug… and I used fall colors for my #letterthepromises verse. It’s the little things, you know!
The sunflowers are beginning to look tired, but I’m still enjoying them. I suppose a frost will get them, too, before long.
(I wonder if that ol’ Dodge truck has a name? That’s where he lives. I’ve never seen him not be there. I think he needs a name.)
Does it feel like fall in your neck of the woods? I’d like to know!