“Never trust anything that can think for itself if you can’t see where it keeps its brain.”
-JK Rowley from Harry Potter-
This little witch wants you to come in for spell. Wonder what kind of spell? She is cute. Don’t remember where she came from but I suspect that it was love at first sight. She has been repaired a time or two and her paint has been touched up. From year to year I change the ribbon around her neck and the raffia which gets blown around by the autumn winds. Just another example of someone’s creativity . . . not mine . . . which has brought enjoyment to October for years and years and years. When she has finally had enough of the cold autumn winds . . . and the rain and occasional snow, perhaps Grandpa can make another for me. That is why I have the photographs !
This year grandpa planted three mounds of pumpkins. He chose middle-sized pumpkins. Last year our pumpkins were HUGE. They were hard to carry and hard to carve. This year we harvested 30 pumpkins from three mounds. And, they are beautiful. They are different sizes and shapes and colors. The grandchildren helped to harvest them. They chose their favorites and took them home to carve. Some to paint. When everyone had chosen their favorites, Grandpa put the rest around the yard. On the rocks. Under the trees. On the steps. Near the planters. When I look out of the windows, I see bright spots of orange. They can stay until the snows fly or until they melt like the Wicked Witch of the West.
“When black cats prowl and pumpkins gleam, may luck be yours on Halloween.”