No way! Are you kidding me?!? It’s already the weekend before the first weekend in November???
Well, that can mean only one thing . . . it’s time to pull-out the Christmas decorations at the shop. argh!
Please don’t hold it against me. We’ve got to play by some of the rules set-up by the big guys. heck, if you gauge me by most of the “big boxers” you will find me lacking. I’m sorry. I am doing my best.
So, today it began and I am amazed at how much we were able to get done.
Around the house we are enjoying the warm glow of the fireplaces, but falling behind on the current holiday season, let alone the future ones.
I finally got the front porch situated, sort of. I hung a tobacco basket instead of my fall wreath. I found several at the flea market a few months ago. The really cool thing is that they were all marked with Clarksville, TN. I was already fascinated with the barns all over Tennessee.
I moved the wicker chairs we once used in the kitchen to the porch. I tried wrapping the legs with sisal rope (the wicker wrapping has come undone); it probably would have worked if I started the process a little differently, but for now, they could stand a little more attention.
A few weeks ago, I participated in a wonderful barn sale hosted by Shirley and Knox Thomas. When I went out to see the barn—prior to the event—I noticed stacks and stacks of tobacco sticks. (These are the sticks the tobacco is hung from while curing in the smoking barns.) Shortly after returning to my shop, I messaged Shirley to ask if I could buy a bundle of the sticks from them. She happily obliged and even delivered them to me! I’ve decided to display a bunch of them (7) in the rusty milk can on the porch.
Note the planter above. This was an idea Patty found on Pinterest. We used a vintage floor lamp and a wire hanging basket with a coco liner. The Pinterest pic had the planter filled with succulents—it was lovely. Mine is filled with ornamental cabbages and mums.
I need to find a better color for the wicker chairs. I had painted them a greyish-taupe when they were destined for the kitchen.
Those tall flowers blocking the view of the porch were a mistake, but I cannot get rid of them. I think if I took the time to cut them back before they develop those white blooms (which blow around like dandelion seed), I think we’d have far fewer, but . . .
The others, the peach colored asters at the front should be named Clarksville official flower. There are actually more of them than the tall white-flowered things (can’t remember their names) in our yard—on Dog Hill—all over Clarksville, for that matter! They are prolific.
My yard has more color in the fall than the spring. Is yours like that? I’d love to hear from you. Thanks for sticking with me—especially while I’ve been a sporadic blogger.
Thanks for your indulgence,
