What Caught My Eye This Week

It’s Feeling Like Fall for Real Now

This week I’ve got a second curated list of Fall Goodness. Did I mention that Fall is my favorite time of the year? Here’s the link to last week’s Fall Post. Enjoy!

Love this great “book leaf” banner from Sondra Lyn at Home.

I think I’d love to do this with autumn colored fabrics for the leaves.

 Perfect Cozy Fall Sweater (not sure why you’d wear it with shorts!)

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I found this young artist’s fall-friendly accessories and art work on Etsy.

You can visit her shop here.

Fun seasonal dish towel.

Anthropologie

Autumnal-feel journal

Source unknown

Mother and Daughter Fall Jackets

Source (left)  and Source (right)

Lovely seasonal table setting.

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Two great pork and apple dinners. True Flavors of Fall.

1 tablespoon chopped sage = 1 teaspoon dried sage

Recipe left, Recipe right

[Note: For left recipe look for the “Download Recipe” link below the photos]

Seasonal Produce on a fabulous food and photography blog called

Journey Kitchen

Wonderful fall-colored plaids and tartans

Sources: Left, Scarf Center, Right

Fall-feel pottery

[I was in need of new bowls this week]

Outside Left, Inner Left, Inner Right, Outside Right

Autumnal Cookies

Warm Scarf

Gorgeous Autumn Batik Fabric Quilt

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Yum! Carmel Apple Nachos!

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Are you like me–love Fall? Leave a comment with some of your fall favorites or leave a link to your own fall post.

To Autumn

by William Blake

O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stain’d
With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit
Beneath my shady roof; there thou may’st rest,
And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe,
And all the daughters of the year shall dance!
Sing now the lusty song of fruits and flowers.

“The narrow bud opens her beauties to
The sun, and love runs in her thrilling veins;
Blossoms hang round the brows of Morning, and
Flourish down the bright cheek of modest Eve,
Till clust’ring Summer breaks forth into singing,
And feather’d clouds strew flowers round her head.

“The spirits of the air live in the smells
Of fruit; and Joy, with pinions light, roves round
The gardens, or sits singing in the trees.”
Thus sang the jolly Autumn as he sat,
Then rose, girded himself, and o’er the bleak
Hills fled from our sight; but left his golden load.