The beginning of Autumn just snuck past, and I totally failed to mark it, probably because it was an unreasonable 97 degrees during most of September. But now, let’s take a moment to celebrate all things Autumnal–the harvest, leaves, pumpkins, glorious reds and golds, and above all, the vague feeling that life is dying and soon everything will be ever so bare.
I love a good piece of minimal effort holiday craftsmanship. We have here a harvest wreath, but one celebrating a harvest that was picked clean by locusts, or maybe a carpet of army ants. Here, an apple that not even a worm or a Dickensian orphan would touch. There, a single leaf clings desperately to a tree before it separates, drifts to the ground, and is eaten by wolves (they ran out of deer. Sad wolves, so sad.)
“Do I know how to tie a bow? Listen–I’ve been tying bows for years. The double-rosette bow. I INVENTED the double-rosette bow. Martha Stewart sprained her left hand trying to tie it.”
“There. THAT’S a bow. Now stick an effing peach or something on it and we’ll call it done, the game’s coming on.”
I don’t know what that is. I kind of hope it hatches into a beautiful Mothra caterpillar or something. That’d be cool.
Texas Thrift on Manchaca and Stassney, Austin