Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree
-Emily Jane Bronte
|Fall to Earth: Kate Hastie|
|Falling Leaf: Elizabeth Leary|
The recent cool weather has been a welcome respite from the indian summer heat. The falling leaves, pumpkins, and crisp blue sky make spending time outdoors irresistible. Hosting the Spring Beauty Garden Club this month allowed the perfect opportunity to bring the fall season indoors.
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|Pumpkins and cabbages|
The Spring Beauty Garden Club was founded in 1954 at the home of Mrs. D. R. Coker, fondly known as Miss May, with 22 women present. It is a member of the National Federation of Garden Clubs and like those original 22 ladies, our commitment continues to beautify Hartsville.
Photo from the annual chapeaux luncheon held last May at the home of Joan S. Coker (Mrs. Charles W. Coker) overlooking her Loutrel Briggs designed garden. I have a lot to learn from these ladies!
More from our October meeting
|Mums, smilax, and sweetgrass...a favorite South Carolina combination|
|Loquat branches from our yard mixed with dried palmetto fronds from the farm|
|Loquat leaves, cabbages, and smilax|
Refreshments and fellowship, my favorite part of our meetings
|Cheese benne wafers, macaroons, chocolate ganache cupcakes provided|
by Saffron's, assorted pecans from Young's Plantations, and ham biscuits...
more on the biscuits later
So thankful to live near family. Borrowed silver tray from my Mother and hit the "mother-load" of glassware via my Mother-in-law. When asked may I borrow a few glasses...she sent over two boxes of the most expertly wrapped perfect glasses.
Served indian summer's apple-ginger sparkler, recipe found on the fabulously southern blog All Things Farmer. Click image below for the recipe.
As I mentioned before I have a lot to learn from all of these ladies...in particular my Mother who just happens to be the current President of the Spring Beauties. Spent a week listening to her insistence (um, bullying) that I serve ham biscuits. "It's fall, you have to have biscuits...you just have to ." Felt I was being usurped. I stood my ground, refusing to give in...right or wrong.
My sister offered moral support. But I'm weak, the night before garden club I found myself making biscuits. Check out the platter...they're gone...except for the last lonely biscuit that always seems to remain...regardless of the function.
Sorry to my sister...but Mom babysits.