Saturday. A magical day, when the leaves are changing and the brisk morning turns into a warm and pleasant afternoon. On days such as this, there is nothing to do but go to Winco and buy a pumpkin and make cinnamon rolls. All in an effort to commemorate the treasured season of Fall. There is nothing quite like the fall. Leaves change their colors and fall to the ground, symbolizing a turning point and growth. Fall is when we come back to school and find a routine, when we meet new people and make new goals.
Earlier this week I stopped in quickly at DI and found this shallow blue bowl with fall leaves on it, and several other treasures. I decided to finally put the plates on my wall, like I've wanted to do since I moved in. I got out the hammer, scavenged some nails and made it happen.
I want to eat those cinnamon rolls right now. Oh my, they look delicious! As does your wall of plates and the awesome mounted antlers. I may have to make cinnamon rolls now, or buy some... probably buys some. They have a great harvest here and I enjoy theirs.
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