I started ripping things out of the garden yesterday. It was strangely satisfying. That might be because I pulled up two blighted tomato plants, making me feel like I'm gaining some measure of control over the tomatoes. Clearly, I've become delusional, because The Dish Pan is still sitting on the counter, jeering at me.
BUT ANYWAY. One of the things I tore out of the ground was the freakish corn. It occurred to me while I was performing this task last year that the garden center sells bundles of corn stalks for decorating, and here I had my own supply. I made my own bundle, tied it to the fencepost by the road, added some pumpkins, and TA DA! My annual Fabulous Fall Fence Decoration was born.
Be impressed, dammit.
Okay, it's really just a bundle of corn stalks and some pumpkins. It's not as if I tied it all up with cute little ribbons and carved the pumpkins or anything. That's because I am SO not a decorator. My eyes glaze over when people start talking about color schemes and complementary textures. I'm going with the nature-not-nurture theory on this one, because my sister and I had the same upbringing, and yet she is the Craft Queen and I am . . . not.
Are you the crafty sort? Or would you rather commit hari kari than enter a Michael's store? Do tell.