Oh, I like fall well enough. Beautiful changing leaves. Apples and pumpkins and mums (oh my). The late afternoon sunlight that seems to imbue everything with a golden aura.
It's just that stuff that comes after. Winter here kinda blows.
|~Dad's zinnias a week ago when it was warm~|
"The neighbors have complained. You need to turn it down."
So you do. You acquiesce. But probably not without making a face.
I was sitting in my office chair today, gazing out the west window, when I noticed it.
I had not even thought to change my snowflake Pyrex display all spring and summer long. (It was also apparent I hadn't thought to dust much during the past X months, but that's another story.)
Well, I could just leave it, I mused. After all, it's not unusual to see snowflakes in October around here, and that's just a few...
*Record scratching noise*
Wait, what? NO! If it's going to be fall already, then fine. I'm going to decorate for fall—not winter (and forget spring and summer, water under the bridge and all)—and for as long as I can, dagnabbit!
I don't say "dagnabbit" in real life, but that's the G-rated version. You get the idea.
So I padded over to the (equally dusty) shelves next to the fireplace, where the rest of the Pyrex collection lives, and started hunting for fall-looking Py. Basically, everything orange, brown, or gold was fair game.
But before that, I cleared the snowflake Pyrex out of the other unit. Dusted too.
This pretty mid-century oak piece was marked six bucks at Goodwill when we bought it a few years ago. I still can't believe they let us
And here is the result. I may tweak a thing or two yet, but I think it'll do.
The room feels a little warmer already. Or maybe that's just me. Dusting and futzing with Pyrex is hard work, yo.
Think I can get away with it until December 21?