But other than the insistent patter on the roofs, the Nurseries were eerily quiet. Suitable, I suppose, considering the day. There were a few nods to Halloween, with ghostly gray wreaths
and acid green books:
But there were also grays and greens of the Christmas variety:
Petersham is one of my best sources for mercury glass ornaments. We used to make a special trip every December just to see the decorations, but now I guess that would be leaving it too late!
I was soon on the search for a silver pinecone, to match a favorite I bought two years ago. No pinecones this time, but there were some fabby maple leaves
and maple-colored balls,
which I really should have bought at the time. This (as usual) means a trip back, which means G will likely be reaching for that little green book!