A Seasonal Disorder

Our house faces East and if the sun is shining and the skies are blue with a touch of wind, it always feels like spring.

Especially when you're planting pansies, picking lettuce and smell like sun screen.

But then you look to the left and instead of wearing bright pink blossoms the ornamental plum is covered in red leaves.

Backed by the limelight hydrangeas now blushed with pink and hanging under the weight of their heads.

The front door is sporting a rose hip wreath.

And the stoop: a new welcome mat.

Come on, how many posts did you think I'd write without an animal in it? 

If you said one you're correct.