~my pile of preserved leaves~
It's a little longer post day. Please fix yourself something hot and delicious and come sit with me for a while.
I preserved my little stash of leaves hidden under books and heavy silverware boxes until I took the time to paint them using the wax from a Good Neighbors soy candle scented "Autumn Magic." They have some oomph now, some added texture, and they smell great. It's been pinned in my *Autumn File,* yet when I went to source it today, it goes nowhere except a photo — I need to check things more carefully when pinning.
Only Fifty Years Ago by Gladys Hasty Carroll (a Maine author)is a charming little memoir of the author's childhood. It is divided into a calendar year so I promptly headed for October. I thought I'd share a bit with you:
October cannot be gainsaid. That which it had in its pockets, in its cupboards and eaves, is safe and held in trust to be distributed through the months ahead to those who earned it and so to whom it is due. What is not there never will be there.
My how things have changed in another fifty plus years from the time this book was written in 1962.
Perhaps in the interest of frugality, I sent John up an apple tree this week. Otherwise, it was not so smart.
He's well camouflaged. I'll not be sending him up there next year. Oh no! In my defense, I didn't want him up there this time; I merely wanted a dozen or so apples. He just couldn't get the "good" ones without climbing.
They were tasty enough, but in rough shape. It was very fussy peeling. Still we did get a jar of apple butter, which made the house smell heavenly all day while those apples simmered in the crockpot.
Thank you for another really terrific Note Card Party. It was Autumn in high gear all day for me. Loved it! Thank you for visiting one another and sharing your most lovely photos with us. The party will close this morning at around ten so there's still time for someone to link.