Some of the pictures aren’t great (it’s hard to take them in utter spooky darkness) buthere’s the opening of our graveyard. It isn’t finished yet—the ghouls aren’t all out but will be this week!
I have to say the offerings around our two closest towns have been dissatisfying. We’ll make one more trip this weekend to Springdale to the Spirit Store, but either, we’ve seen everyone’s full bag of tricks or they just aren’t trying like they used to.
Target was more disappointing than Walmart and both Halloween stores as well. This will be the last ‘consumer’ post–after this it is detailing the decorations inside and out. We’re going to try our Halloween Open House again this year. We took a few year break because of hurt feelings and scheduling issues. We did have excellent kid parties instead though!
I need work using my iPhone in its case to take movies. I’ll get better as time goes on. Not a good bunch of things this year. I wish they had more of the “poison’ line but not too much was in our local store that way. Did get a poison serving bowl for our party and a cool apron:
And a few skulls and things that will work for birthday goodie bags later.
Another movie tomorrow kids! That will likely be the final scouting trip to Halloween stores, hopefully with slightly less shaky camerawork as time goes on.
Running a little late this year. But I have another one to follow tomorrow. Then we’ll go outside and see what progress James has made on the spookifying of Winwood Manor.
Well I’m going to give something a try.
Tomorrow I’m going to put together my first Halloween blog/movie and see if I can get going on having at least two Halloween themed entries a week.
I’m also trying #Octpowrimo , which considering my poetry writing, once such a huge (in both writing and performing) part of my life has dwindled in recent years…scared the fur off of me. I don’t know if I’ll make one a day, but I’m going to try.
Here’s the one that came from my daughter’s adventures over the weekend.
Her Ten Year Old Moon
These things shine
With or without us.
A child in in elbows up to mud
Skirt blotted, blond hair matted with
Something a boy thought she’d cry
But she smiles and Instead
stripping, stamping, streaming.
Shining without us.
A mother in motion
A father breathing not yet with his hand
lightly heavy on her head.
The sun goes down and turns to
The turning page
Writing tomorrow as the moon rises.
What will she?
Can we say not yet?
Not quite yet?