A Tasha Tudor Apron and Autumn Frivolity

 Dear Friends,

A special friend gifted us with this beautiful apron that she copied from one Tasha Tudor wore. The fabric goes perfectly with the dress we recently finished (well, almost finished; the waistband wants tweaking)!

 We wore our creamy yellow dress to church with a sweet thrifted collar and belt (Never mind that the collar is askew and the belt has slid up~ Seven-year old photographers don't notice these things!)~

And had a funny-face contest with Rebecca, completed by a collard-leaf-hat fashion show~

 

 

(Although she is not wearing a collard leaf, Evangeline still looks lovely with her "O" hairstyle)

Kaffeen gives a big cheer for all the participants!

 

 We love the sounds of autumn. Airplanes flying by have a quality of tone that is unnoticed in summer; the atmosphere sounds more hollow, with a mystical, nostalgic quality to it.

 Even Rebecca notices!

The hens are enjoying the cooler weather, since it means slower insects~ 

~And autumn's sunsets are brighter than they were last month (when they're not steel grey, cloudy ones).

 

We hope that you are enjoying your autumn, dear friends. Be sure to take some time to explore nature, just soaking in the last of this year's warm days.

Love,

Marqueta

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      October's Bright Blue Weather

    O SUNS and skies and clouds of June,
        And flowers of June together,
    Ye cannot rival for one hour
        October's bright blue weather; 

    When loud the bumble-bee makes haste,
        Belated, thriftless vagrant,
    And Golden-Rod is dying fast,
        And lanes with grapes are fragrant; 

    When Gentians roll their fringes tight
        To save them for the morning,
    And chestnuts fall from satin burrs
        Without a sound of warning; 

    When on the ground red apples lie
        In piles like jewels shining,
    And redder still on old stone walls
        Are leaves of woodbine twining; 

    When all the lovely wayside things
        Their white-winged seeds are sowing,
    And in the fields, still green and fair,
        Late aftermaths are growing; 

    When springs run low, and on the brooks,
        In idle golden freighting,
    Bright leaves sink noiseless in the hush
        Of woods, for winter waiting; 

    When comrades seek sweet country haunts,
        By twos and twos together,
    And count like misers, hour by hour,
        October's bright blue weather. 

    O suns and skies and flowers of June,
        Count all your boasts together,
    Love loveth best of all the year
        October's bright blue weather.

  ~  Helen Hunt Jackson (1830-1885)