I love driving out to our farmer's market. Some people worry about me when I go because it is in a different part of town. I've never felt unsafe there. As a matter of fact, for some weird reason, I feel totally at home there. Maybe it is because my granddaddy and my daddy both always had a big garden. I don't make it out there very often now that I work full time but I try to go every year for my pumpkins. (I like the farmer's market so much that my very first blog post talks about going to the farmer's market - back in 2009!!)
A couple of weeks ago, I made a trek out to the market. I was already closer to the side of town where the market is located than normal (my office is closer than my house to the market). I still had a couple of hours of daylight left so I was golden.
I buy my pumpkins from the same booth every year - I make the check out to Nancy Smith (and that name is easy for me to remember because we had a cousin/close friend named Nancy Smith who died a couple of years ago . . .so I feel this weird connection there, too!!)
I like to kid myself that they remember me from year to year. Probably not . . .but I can pretend, right?
So I loaded up my cart with pumpkins for the front porch and pumpkins for the dining room table. I also purchased two giant mums to replace our ferns on the front porch.
Love this sign! (yes, I know I have "loved" a lot of things in this post)
Here is the dining room table. I try to do something a little different each year. This one seems sort of standard. I'm going to hang some paper bats from the chandelier, I think. Not sure what else I will do. Any suggestions?
This last picture is grainy because I took it at 10:00 last night and I just cropped it to get just the mums and pumpkins. I have three pumpkins on either side of the door and we have a mum on the right and left of the top step.
So what in the heck does this post have to do with anything? Not much - but it gave me pleasure to jot it down. It made me stop and give thanks for the things in my life as simple as pumpkins and mums . . .and a home to decorate. . . and a trip to the farmer's market.