It's That Time of Year

O wild west wind, thou breath of Autumn's being--
Thou from whose unseen censer the leaves dead
Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing...












Here are some little autumn arrangements in my living room (inspired by the magazines which are my door prize from Book Club). The flat basket on the hearth holds a pumpkin with a bunch of purple grapes draped across it. They have little glass beads on the surface, so the colors wouldn't come through in the photo.

Jed phoned this morning. Today he's on his way to South Carolina on business.