College football season has commenced, and so this lovely, moldy, dried herb wreath that smells a little like fish finally went in the trash.
It hung in there through spring and summer. Till the bitter end, we dealt with its unwelcoming smell. But I still think it’s pretty.
And even though it was 94 degrees outside, I hung the fall wreath and swag as I melted in the heat.
Speaking of the heat, the handsome alpha male of my household fixed the air conditioner in my car right after he weeded, edged and mowed the front and back yard.
And look what came in the mail this morning!