WHEN the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock,
And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin’ turkey-cock,
And the clackin’ of the guineys, and the cluckin’ of the hens,
And the rooster’s hallylooyer as he tiptoes on the fence;
O, it’s then the time a feller is a-feelin’ at his best,

James Whitcomb Riley

The Sweetwater gardens are covered in frost every morning…..

We planted spring bulbs this weekend…..

Mr. S cleaned the leaves out of the gutters….
much to Marvin’s amusement!!!

Mom will be off to Florida on Saturday….
Mr. S…to the woods for deer season!!

 Mr. S and I were sitting by the fire on Saturday night when I noticed that there were still lots of mums blooming in the garden…..

Time to cut the last flowers of the season…

this is always a bittersweet moment for me because I love fresh flowers in the house!!!

Now…I will have to “gasp” buy them!!!

I decided to take some time and do a really nice job arranging these last flowers!!!!

The copper bowl from “Bonne Volonté” was perfect in size and color….I put a plastic bowl inside so the copper wouldn’t get “yucky” from the water…

 I went walking through the yard to gather all kinds of great looking fall foliage and the last of the mums….

I am likin’ the way this looks….especially nice sitting on the new $2 runner I got at “Bonne Volonté”!

Wishing you warm sunny autumn days…..


0 comments on “When The Frost is on the Punkin’

  1. NanaDiana

    What a wonderful Fall post-accompanied by one of the poems I so love. I hope you have a blessed day- xo Diana

  2. ~Lavender Dreamer~

    What a lovely centerpiece! I love the mix of colors and I love that poem at the beginning of your post! I think I'll copy it in my journal! Hugs!

  3. blesid thrifter

    Simply Stunning!!! Love that Goodwill copper; those flowers make it SHINE! *** New Follower *** from Monday Mingle! xoxo jules