These are some of the aged tombstones I found when I was exploring cemeteries in Wisconsin last month.
They may be broken, but they are still beautiful and they still have a story to tell.
amm
These are some of the aged tombstones I found when I was exploring cemeteries in Wisconsin last month.
They may be broken, but they are still beautiful and they still have a story to tell.
amm
Experience Writing Halloween Photo Challenge: Show Off Your Costumes!
Behind this door you will find my dog
dressed up for Halloween and looking VERY excited and into the experience,
BOL.
I tell a lie- he hates being dressed up.
That little detail aside, can you tell which costume he actually liked? He does have a favorite and he’ll put it on for fun.
amm
But I would have to say, the biggest kick I got was watching Jemma carve her pumpkin.
She passed up a cat pattern, a traditional pattern for a ” Puke Pumpkin ” and then she went about carving it.
She asked for a big knife but of course she got the small one that came in the pattern kit.
That didn’t mean she didn’t enjoy that first cut with her little saw- she didn’t look pensive when she started to carve- she kind of a had a smirk on her face and I know it was smirk because my son, Julio, had the same look before he pulled one of his stunts as a kid.
Once she started to carve, she really got into it.
When she was done she jumped up, grabbed the pumpkin by it’s stem and she yanked the top off- she really enjoyed that. I mean, she enjoyed it a lot.
Jemma with her future ‘ victims’.
I’ve written at least a dozen stories about pumpkin carvers who enjoy their craft a bit to much and I guess it shouldn’t surprise me that in real life, one of those carvers is someone close to me:
Happy Halloween- I hope you will have as much fun as I did !
anita
On the night before Halloween-
If a Witch were standing outside my window- and she was dressed from head to toe in black, if she were holding a broom in one hand and sitting on her shoulder was a cat named Harley and she said she was there to grant me three wishes, what would I ask for?
Why. That’s Easy Peasy.
I’d ask her to fly away with her cat to my neighbor’s house down the street and I would wish that she would offer my remaining two wishes to her instead.
Then I would steal down the street, shrouded in the Witch’s shadow, to my Neighbor’s house and I would watch her gobble up those two remaining wishes without chewing on them- she would just swallow them whole.
Wishes taste like caramel- something about that burnt sugar is irresistible to the tongue and people devour them before they wrapper is even off.
Maybe a few hours later, maybe a month later I would watch those two poisoned wishes blossom and bloom- and as they did I would hear a voice at my shoulder say, ” Oh you are a wicked thing, you are a crafty little devil you. ”
And I would reply indeed I am I am a wicked little thing and a crafty Devil to boot and all of us know that Mischief Night isn’t just a date on the calander- it’s a way of life.