Autumn is actually here and what a treat.
Most of us have been anxious for this day
and now let us just enjoy it.
Already the Christmas magazines
are hitting the news stands
and while I will admit
that I have already pulled some out of the many I have hoarded over the years
and have begun dreaming,
in the clear light of day
I am paying close attention to fall.
This week the spot light
is on the sitting room.
I did mention to someone that I am not putting as much out this year
and even though it appears
that I might be telling a little white lie,
There are still full boxes of decorations
that I didn't even open.
Maybe I will make good
on the promise to myself
of giving some up this year
but, then again,
that might continue to be
a hopeless task.
The same old tried and true
oversized flower arrangement
is stuck into a different vessel.
The addition of sprigs
of little velvet pumpkins
along with amber glassware
make it autumn worthy.
It appears that the farm truck
just backed up and dumped
a few velvet pumpkins.
There is no rhyme or reason
as to the styling,
just displaying their elegance
without taking themselves too seriously.
The shelf over the sofa is
basically the same as last year.
A new painted quilt square
blends in with the paint-by-number art
and a tiny velvet pumpkin
managed to escape the chaos
over on the sideboard.
My great-grandmother's pieced quilt top
adorns the back of the sofa
and the pillows all blend into
the colors of the season
while an arrangement of
hydrangeas and ivy,
from the ending summer garden,
sits on the wagon.
most of the people that we met
She was an elementary school teacher and the first lady of the Cottage.
I have felt her presence many times
but for the first time, the other evening,
I was privileged to see her.
I was in the sitting room,
looking into the parlor,
and there her reflection appeared in a framed painting on the wall.
I stared at it for quite awhile,
until I could be certain.
I was amazed at how clear she looked,
her gown befitting someone dressed
for a special occasion.
Now, someone more practical than I
might argue it was just the reflection of a lamp from across the room,
but I know what I saw
and now it is clear to me
that it is true that voices from the past
do linger on in an old Cottage.
There are always secrets to be heard
and memories to share.
enjoy the beautiful fall days
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