Wee flowers in a jar, sad because they didn’t make it into the big arrangement. We love you anyway, blossoms!
This is about as scary as we get around here. We are not a family for gore and horror.
Small boxes on a windowsill. I think they used to hold candy or something. The boxes were the good part.
I don’t know why, but I love this floppy-footed guy.
This blurry guy is sitting on our mantle. Note: It is TOTALLY the pumpkin that is blurry. It is not a reflection on my camera skills or lack thereof.
And this little guy hangs on the other end. Note: HE knows how to do his job right and not be blurry.
That rusty little watering can speaks much about my gardening talents.
A friend made this for me. It’s so tiny! So cute! So squee!
Have I ever mentioned how much I love autumn? Probably not. I’m really restrained about things like that.