16x16x1.5
Acrylic on gallery wrapped canvas
“Sweater Weather Pending”
According to the Village Council, it was still technically summer.
The pumpkins had arrived early "by mistake."
The sun insisted on setting early.
The sunflowers refused to admit their season was almost over.
And somewhere, someone had quietly started simmering cinnamon on the stove.
No one said a word.
Because in this little village, autumn doesn't arrive with a date on the calendar. It sneaks in one cozy evening at a time.
One glowing window.
One curling trail of chimney smoke.
One extra blanket draped over the chair.
One "I'll just light one candle" that somehow turns into six.
So yes... sweater weather is still pending.
But everyone here is suspiciously prepared.