A 4-day weekend flew by in the blink of an eye. How is it possible for time to unravel so fast when I want it to slow down?
I got a lot done, though, including decorating the porch and the yard for fall. I lit a pumpkin clove candle, put on the fall leaves t-shirt that my husband got for me, and went to town, diving in and out of boxes full of multi-colored leaves, pumpkins, and sunflowers.
It hasn’t actually cooled down much here, but I sneaked a look at the forecast back home, where I grew up. The seventies during the day, dipping into the fifties at night…ahhh, real fall weather! My mom would be delighted, flinging windows open, leaving the screen door open to the crisp, cool air. The shift from summer to fall was always her favorite time of year, too.
This is my fourth time decorating for fall without her. She was in the hospital when I decorated in 2022, but I thought she would be coming home. I never got to show her the pictures I took of our decorations that year. I didn’t know I never would again.
I finished the fireplace mantel, which I always save for last because it takes the longest, and I took a few pictures. One of my stepsons stopped by later that day, and his girlfriend instantly commented how nice everything looked, which made me smile. I put a lot into decorating our home for holidays.
Later, flipping through the pictures, I tried to push the feelings away, but they crept up and sat on my chest anyway. This is when I should be emailing the pictures to my mom, because she had given me some of the decorations, and she got a kick out of seeing them worked into our displays at our house. This was something we always shared, something we had so strongly in common, and the excitement of fall will now always walk hand-in-hand with the ache of wanting to share it all with her but not being able to.
In her honor this year, I featured one of the items from her house as the centerpiece of our mantel. I like seeing it surrounded with fall foliage and lights and colorful pumpkins. I miss her, but I will celebrate her, honor her, through our love of fall and decorating. It is one way that I have found to stay as close to her as I possibly can.




