No Spring nor Summer Beauty hath such grace
As I have seen in one Autumnal face.
I agree with you, John Donne.
The words of the poem seem to come to me on the cool, autumn breeze.
Cool. Finally. Another breeze...ahhh.
I love this time of year. Is mid-November too late for a fall wreath? I want to celebrate by decorating my new home to the hilt.
Well, maybe not to the hilt just yet. But it’s such a darling house. Old, yes, but beautifully updated. This house has been loved and I, proud, new owner that I am, shall continue the tradition.
So, even though I’ve never done it before and even though it’s late in the season, I’m going to decorate a wreath.