Mrs. Spookyblue chose copper over wool to craft this totally cool wire sculpture of our first scarecrow, Bruno, for our 7th wedding anniversary.
I knew she was up to something. She’s crafty.
Following ancient November tradition, last year’s pumpkins were retired to the “burn pile” with full honors where they settled in to happily decompose over the course of the winter.
These guys must have come from a very sincere pumpkin patch because their progeny are invading our backyard.
November first is the Haunter’s New Year. Or it feels like it to me, anyway.
Another season “Whooshed!” by, and nothing left to do but coil up the extension cords and try to find enough corners to shove everything.
I often find myself reflective at this time of year, and it’s a 50/50 shot that I’ll be depressed as hell, or satisfied with … everything. That contentment can be hard to find sometimes. It’s really a choice, though, more than a consequence.
Mrs. Spookyblue taught me that and she offers refresher courses on an as-needed basis. It’s difficult to be morose in the face of buoyant enthusiasm, and at my most cantankerous is when she cheers the loudest. Partly to drown out the moans, but mostly because she means it. What a sweetie.
Shadow Wood 2011 looked a lot like Shadow Wood 2010, but with red lights. The kids didn’t notice, and more than once I overheard, “This house is always the best!” A fine compliment, I think, to ring in the new year.
… but don’t count on it.