Another blog post. Another blogger waxing poetic about autumn.
That’s how I wanted to start. Go on about cool mornings and chunky sweaters. That’s how all of us bloggers-vloggers-social-media-painted-nails-and-flowy-dress types start our September blog posts.
We are autumn people.
I’m starting to realize that autumn is all about calming down already. Summer and all that beach sand. Too much pressure to make the most of it.
Here at the homestead I have been meandering in the garden. The dill is pretty in the pink morning light so I leave it. The bees are still involved with the dahlias so I leave them, too. The zinnias just never stop so I let them continue.
I’ve left my garden alone much of the season. Yanking out only the most embarrassing of the weeds.
It’s working out.
The key is to have a high fence to keep the neighbours from wondering. Speaking of, one of my neighbours passed away recently. HOLY TALK OF THE TOWN. This person who was always on the periphery of my mind, and literally on the periphery of my property, suddenly became the forefront of our days. I learned so much about this person in one week: her kids, her grandkids, heartburn, painting, video games, clothing, pillow propping, tracing paper, throw rugs, black book, will, choir practice, knees… a collage of a random bits discovered in passing.
It was a beautiful life.
She would laugh at all the random bits I picked up between the last day and funeral day. The things people drop.
While life was happening, so was the 100 Painted Storefronts of Paris Project. All are in the Etsy Shop if you are in the market for paintings to adorn your walls:
I also added a custom listing if you’re looking for something specific, or if you show up to Etsy to buy one of these and it is already gone. No worries. Nothing to fret over. If I did it once, I can do it again. Probably better. Just pull out that chunky sweater and act as if you are the living embodiment of fall itself.
Watch the Making-Of videos on Instagram. Fun!
