I mean, why decorate when everything looks so weathered and sad out there?
When I would have to move the bales of straw out of the way along with an un-Godly number of real and faux pumpkins? (Bales of straw that have been multi-purposed from the back of my truck for car shows, to Camp Cupcake for seating at the table, and finally to the front entrance to my cottage, to add to my fall decorating touches.)
(Because, I am a more is more girl in the pumpkin arena, and probably need a twelve step program for over-the-top seasonal decorating issues.)
Yes, it would be best to wait.
But then, it happened. This week, the weather here in the fantastic Pacific Northwest turned to fall in an overnight kind of way, and all deals with myself were off.
I scampered to WalMart after work last night and filled my cart with four of the biggest pumpkins I could find.
(This involved moving several medium-ish pumpkins to the watermelon display while I dug around, and then had to move them back to the pumpkin bin when I was finished.)
I loaded the great pumpkins into my car and happily drove them home, where I then positioned them on my newly-relocated-near-the-front-door bales of straw.
I replaced the straw basket of spring looking tulips on the front door with a black umbrella full of sunflowers.
(Yes, I know I'm getting a new front door hung in the next three weeks, but until then, the umbrella will be happy here on the very old door.)
As if that were not enough, I headed out to my new-but-not-yet-painted gate and hung another basket of sunflowers there to welcome anyone who might look my way.
(This is the very reason I longed for a picket fence with a gate!)
Autumn is my most favorite of the seasons and I am not going to miss enjoying a minute of it just because I am waiting on a crew of house painters.