Last weekend we spent three days in the mountains where I felt like I could finally breathe. Deeply. Crisp mountain air, clear skies and low temperatures made me feel energized ... alive ... healthy.
And then we came home to more of the same old, same old.
So today, I decided to put up some autumn décor in a feeble attempt to at least pretend that it's fall. I planted flowers, spray painted flower boxes, hung up wreaths, and decorated the front porch.
And sweated the entire time.
So even though it's October (but not fall) I'm going to be Scrooge (even thought it's not even December) and say, "Bah-humbug."
It's just all messed up.
|They may not be terribly sophisticated, but yellow pansies make me happy.|
(I spray painted the flower boxes a nice brown for fall.)