I've been loving this bit of fall on our dining room table, it's colors speaking the season; one of life's little gifts I found down by the lake the other day. (No, the leaves are not turning here, someone cut this bush back and tossed its branches aside. I have to say, they dried beautifully.)
But, while all my guys were away camping over the weekend, I had some time to myself. So, I brought fall from the table to...
...the front door.
There, now. This, I love.
A seasonal welcome.
And the table? It wasn't forgotten.
I hopped on my bike, pedaled to the lake, and brought some more fall home.
