Every once in a while I question my decision to paint the laundry room orange, but never ever in November.
When it turns out that fancy chalk marker was permanent, you just layer the lettering. Gather. (And improvise.)
This is for you, if you live in a place where the trees don't shed their glory on a windy fall day.
Tonight the temps dip below zero, so I'm bringing in the last bit of summer. I let our tiny gardens go wild this year when I hit the eighth month of pregnancy in August, but these beauties (and a lot of weeds) persevered on rain & sunshine. Grateful for a little beauty on a sleep deprived, long Friday.
