Showing posts with label our painted pumpkins 2007. Show all posts
Showing posts with label our painted pumpkins 2007. Show all posts

Thursday, October 25, 2012

autumn senses


Sometimes autumn smells like
 wood smoke outside, from neighbors.

Me in Autumn 2005

There's a chill in the air.

My nephew Baby JJ this October 2012


My husband J says,
 "In Texas, it
 doesn't smell like snow.
 It smells like rain."


I was walking to the cemetery.
 by my old house, in October 2005


Our front entry way is always full, of dead brown leaves.
Me at the cemetery October 2005


It sometimes sounds like wind.

My nephew Speed Racer at the pumpkin patch
 October 2012

It sounds like cheers from the football games,
 at the middle school, behind us.

My twin nieces at the pumpkin patch 2012


It sounds like children playing football in the street.

My  painted pumpkins in October 2007


He says it tastes like pumpkin coffee, 
(which I don't drink).
Left: my painted pumpkin
Right: my husband's painted pumpkin
October 2007




I say it tastes like Halloween candy, and my birthday treat.
Art Journal page  written October 2
artfully made October 10, 2012 
 inspired by Fall In Love from Classes Kara Made



I used to burn 
Salt City Candles.
 
They smelled like candy corn, baked apple pie,
 pumpkin spice, sugar cookies, and gingerbread.