Fall is officially here… and so are my allergies. Still, I don’t think designing layouts featuring photos of my puffy eyes, runny nose, and used Kleenex is appropriate for an autumn-themed scrapbook.
Fall is one of the most gorgeous seasons of the year with its spectacularly colored leaves, fresh apples and blaze orange pumpkins. There are so many ways you can savor the natural treasures featured during this wonderful time of year in a mini or traditional sized scrapbook. Consider drying apple slices and spraying them with varnish to decorate your album cover. Or, take a stroll through a local arboretum and collect leaves, small nuts and seeds to embellish your fall-themed page designs.
Then, leave some room for journaling. List the parts of fall that are your favorite or simply jot down your feelings about the third season of the year. If you don’t feel comfortable sharing your thoughts, then use famous fall-themed quotes, phrases or poems like these:
“A hidden fire burns perpetually upon the hearth of the world. In autumn this great conflagration becomes especially manifest. Then the flame that is slowly and mysteriously consuming every green thing bursts into vivid radiance. Every blade of grass and every leaf in the woodlands is cast into the great oven of Nature; and the bright colours of their fading are literally the flames of their consuming. The golden harvest-fields are glowing in the heart of the furnace. By this autumn fire God every year purges the floor of nature. All substances that have served their purpose in the old form are burnt up. Everywhere God makes sweet and clean the earth with fire.”–Hugh Macmillan
“In the entire circle of the year there are no days so delightful as those of a fine October, when the trees are bare to the mild heavens, and the red leaves bestrew the road, and you can feel the breath of winter, morning and evening—no days so calm, so tenderly solemn, and with such a reverent meekness in the air.”–Alexander Smith
“One red leaf, the last of its clan. That dances as often as dance it can. Hanging so light and hanging so high. On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.”–Samuel Taylor Coleridge