Our Fall Porch

I guess I've never talked too much about my college days...
Man, what I would give to go back...just for a night...*sigh*

Thank goodness, God gave us memories.

Anyway, during graduate school I lived in this fabulous apartment right downtown. Close by, was a strip of old beautiful houses I used to walk past in the afternoons. There was one house inparticular that I used to consistently swoon over...not because of it's extravagant size or beautiful woodwork, but because of it's front door.

Clearly they had children, because weekly they proudly displayed a giant, new piece of artwork designed by their kids on their bold, blue door.
Up and down the walk, wreath after wreath after wreath...and then, masterpiece.
I envied it.

Which brings me to this...
Yes, a smiliar project to what I found here (and one that brought me back to my kindergarten teacher days, coincidentally)...

but that's not the point.

The point is, I've come to realize...
a wreath will never be me.

Something different, is.


(Note: that fabulous banner you see came from these fine ladies!)