Fall Decor Ideas on Welcome Home Sunday
Beautiful Fall decor roundup on “Welcome Home Sunday”. Come join us for creative do it yourself ideas today.
Fall decor is all the talk today, dear friends. I am so happy to join the “Welcome Home Sunday” crew as a guest and we are bringing beautiful inspiring ideas to you today.
Welcome Home Sunday
Noting Grace / Easy DIY Fall Hoop Wreath
Seeking Lavender Lane / Styling With Pampas Grass
Sincerely, Marie Designs / Fall Corn Husk Wreath
The Tattered Pew / Large DIY Fall Farmhouse Wreath
White Arrows Home / Easy Homemade Tic Tac Toe Board
The Aspiring Home /9 Easy Ways You Can Decorate For The Fall Season
Aren’t those beautiful ideas? The wreaths are gorgeous and the tic tac toe game is so clever. Ideas don’t have to be lavish or expensive to bring the feeling of Autumn.
I hope your week is filled with every good thing. Here are a couple of poems perfect for the season.
Among The Rocks
Oh, good gigantic smile o’ the brown old earth,
This autumn morning! How he sets his bones
To bask i’ the sun, and thrusts out knees and feet
For the ripple to run over in its mirth;
Listening the while, where on the heap of stones
The white breast of the sea-lark twitters sweet.
That is the doctrine, simple, ancient, true;
Such is life’s trial, as old earth smiles and knows.
If you loved only what were worth your love,
Love were clear gain, and wholly well for you:
Make the low nature better by your throes!
Give earth yourself, go up for gain above!
~Robert Browning
To Autumn
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.
Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap’d furrow sound asleep,
Drows’d with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.
Where are the songs of spring? Ay, Where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
~John Keats
‘Til Later,
Thank you so much for joining us this week Joy! Prayers for a wonderful week ahead!
Thanks again for the opportunity! I so enjoyed joining you all. Thank you for the prayers and sending some up for you too!