|Funny how, instinctually,|
we migrate into an autumn sense of color.
|The pastels of summer become the gem tones of fall.|
|Gold, Burnt Orange, Bark Brown and Fuschia.|
|Changing over into the next season at the shop.|
|Shouldn't the French Bistro chairs|
be sporting some Sheep Skin chair pads?
|Plenty of time left to dine outdoors|
as I am praying for an "Indian Summer"!
|The blue and white looked rather chilly!We have been in the mid fifties-low sixties in Northern Michigan, this week.|
|So I added some orange oriental plates to warm it up.|
|Looks more in season!|
|Roll neck sweaters for the little sailors.|
|Looks cozy from the counter.|
|Pretty dishes to dress up your plate rails.|
|I might have to take these pillows to Florida.|
|The bark and the pine needle pillows look good with the loon pillow in the red wagon.|
|Time to cozy up the, "under the eaves", guestrooms at the cottage.|
Ah, the nesting instinct.
Happens every year!