Finally, the temperature has dropped and it's starting to feel like Fall.
I've been gathering up pumpkins at my local farmer's market,
and started my fall decorating.
I wish I could say this lovely display is mine,
and that sweet primitive doorstep is mine as well.
However, it is not.
This was a photo taken last fall at a local Moravian village,
while on a field trip with my sweet son.
This tree was amazing, and I can't wait to see colors like this again.
This little red salt box conjures up images of simpler times,
and makes me think of cool mornings, warm fires, and bread in the oven.
Mmmm, doesn't that raisin bread look divine.
A beautiful old window, rolling pins, and a pile of cookie cutters,
s i m p l y b e a u t i f u l.
:: peace, love & hugs ::