Free for Fall

I love decorating for the seasons, but it can get spendy. (Yes, Mom, I said it. Spendy.)  I love bittersweet (the orange berries) but I am not paying ten bucks for a small bunch. 

So, I am not above strapping on some galoshes and heading out with a clippers in my hand.  I found the fuzzy stuff (no idea what it is; just a weed, but I've used it before and it doesn't lose its fuzziness, so I like it) down by the pond at the end of our road.  The bittersweet grows wild along the bike trail.  So, one Sunday when the Vikings were losing, the kids and I headed out and picked a boatload of it.

I love it.  Free for fall.  That's my new motto.