I never use the “F” word if I can help it . . .

. . . or the “A” word either. Instead, I call it the “Harvest Season.”

I can deal with the bounty of the yearly harvest and the lovely colors of grapes and corn and butternut squash. And those colors just showed up at my house this weekend. I put away the summer pillows and replaced them with these.


All I need to do now is pour myself a glass of merlot and bring it into the room to echo the rich purple of the one pillow - strictly in the interest of following decorating rules, of course . . . I think I'll go do that now.