Ivy has started to redecorate what I put out for fall.
At first she left things alone. But I suppose she could resist no longer.
Here she is pulling raffia strands out of the dough bowl.
I already had to move the raffia pumpkins from in front of the living room window.
She delighted in getting up there and knocking the pumpkins to the floor. Then she’d look at me as if to say: “What happened?”
This is why my pumpkins are not breakable.
Well, except for one that I sort of dropped myself yesterday. It’s missing much of one side now.
It fell on the kitchen counter. And I’m still finding little pieces of it here and there.
Maybe Ivy thinks she is a decorator or artist.
No telling what this will look like when she’s finished with it.