|'Pumpkin and Little Spode Jug'|
So, 'tis now the Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness...mmm
I think Keats lived in a gentler age.
But, as I promised/bored you all with my Autumn rant, here is another pumpkin.
This one took backstage to a little Spode jug who thought she was a prima ballerina.
The apple took offense to being in the sidelines and sulked.
None of them truly shone but they were all treated with care and affection.
Little delicate things are rather prone to accidents, after all. :o)
Now, I'm off to jump in the fallen leaves...maybe not...! :o)
This one is painted in acrylics on canvas.