Early autumn was glorious here in London and, one weekend, Steven and I took advantage with a walk in Greenwich Park. As we walked we collected chestnuts and acorns and leaves.
From left to right: horse chestnut, sweet chestnut, acorn.
The chestnuts and acorns just because they were there and the leaves to try making this autumn leaf bouquet.
I wasn’t really sure what to do with all the chestnuts so I stuck them in a vase for the time being.
Then the leaves dried out before we got around to the bouquet but we decided that they looked pretty just as they had dried.
For want of anything better to do with them, I stuck both the vase and the leaves on top of the shoe cabinet in our hall, which seemed appropriate since we already had a dish with a couple of pine cones in it sitting there.
Suddenly, it struck me: I had accidentally succumbed to seasonal decorating! I’m not really a seasonal decor person (other than at Christmas). I barely manage to arrange and display the various ornaments, prints, pictures, etc. that I have without trying to rotate through seasonally appropriate ones and yet, somehow, I’ve ended up with seasonally appropriate decor. I’m sure I don’t need to worry though, I’m pretty sure they will be sitting there long after autumn has passed!