Living in Santa Barbara, our autumn changes are subtle. Different plants are blooming and occasionally we get a cool fall like day. But nothing compares to the drama of leaf season in New England…Vermont to be specific. I’m fortunate enough to have my parent’s sublime farmhouse to visit. This is quintessential New England complete with warm cider donuts, the scent of fireplaces burning, and of course the color of those glorious leaves! My first day was spent antiquing and looking…
Growing up, I wasn’t the biggest fan of fall. Oh, I loved the hot apple cider, wearing sweaters and boots, and of course the changing colors of the leaves…but sweaters turn into coats, leaves need to be raked and before you know it, winter is upon you! At the first sight of mums in the grocery store I would be resigned to the fact that summer was truly over. Maybe that’s why I never really caught on to fall decorating…
I loved autumn when I lived in New England…the crisp air, colorful leaves swirling about, hot mulled cider, and the scent and sounds of a crackling fire in the hearth. What I never really enjoyed was fall decorating (or the winter months that followed). Even in Connecticut, I was not a fan of the reds, oranges, and russet tones that spelled out FALL. And don’t even get me started on Halloween decorations! I guess you could say I’m a bit…