One down. One to go. The second party is tonight and I'm a busy blur this morning trying to get tea brewed and mop water run and decorations out and up.
The porch is getting some attention, too. The sagging, crumbling, old-as-dirt-so-it-is-almost-dirt front porch. We found a board underneath the porch... nailed to a support bea... that reads: PAUL 1913. Local history says Freeman House was lowered onto logs and rolled down the hill to where she sits now in 1912, the year the Titanic sank. Apparently they slapped this porch on the front in 1913, which makes it 94 years old. Really needs to come down. I'm afraid she won't make it to see her 100th.
I'll worry about it another day. For now, I'm busy with decorating for fall without the use of mums and pumpkins. Our little produce stand gets them in tonight, I'm told. Darn. A day late.
Are the leaves beginning to turn where you are? They are here. It's beautiful. Tomorrow is the first day of autumn, isn't it? I can't wait.