Some Pumpkins Are Blue

 I never did get back outside to work in the garden this week, and now Friday is almost over. We will go to Irene's soccer match at 6:00. That gives me just enough time to post this blog and work my Woordle.

We got a little rain Wednesday and Thursday, but nothing significant, and now we'll be warming up again for at least a week.

This morning slipped away when we stayed late at breakfast and then Dede, who is 95,  wanted us to stop by and see her new computer. We ended up staying until 1:00 trying to get rid of months of email and set her up with some Favorites so she can find her stuff. Working with a new, unfamiliar computer is frustrating.

On Wednesday when it was drippy outside I did some decorating.

Gourds.

On the mantle are dried gourds from years ago, "Indian" corn, glittery pumpkins, and family heirlooms: old candle sticks, Tom's grandparent's mantle clock, an antic lamp, a beaded picture that Tom's grandfather made when that was an in style craft, and old glass pumpkin candy jars C1915 that belonged to Tom's mother and her sister when they were little. 

A few years ago I bought some glass pumpkins from various sources, in various sizes and colors. 

More Gourds. And my great grandmother's kitchen clock, now in my kitchen. 

New flowers. I don't have many flowers left, but these are appropriate for the season. 

In the powder room I have resorted to drying hydrangeas, and a pumpkin to match.

Not all pumpkins are orange. Some pumpkins are blue.