Tonight two of our besties are coming for
wine and stir fry and scary movies.
We'll begin with Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown!
And perhaps the Disney short Sleepy Hollow.
When we raised our kids we were involved with churches
that were outspoken against Halloween.
But we always took our kids out trick-or-treating.
I loved seeing the other kiddies' costumes
and happy faces
and seeing old neighbors and meeting new ones.
And I've always liked graveyards.
Being a pastor's kid our manse was always close
to or beside graveyards.
I never feared them but always liked the quiet
and the huge expanses of green.
As little girls, my sister and I would pluck flowers from
recent burial bouquets and present them to mom.
Stones are sometimes beautifully ornate with carved angels, devils,
willows or lambs while others are simpler with names and dates.
All represent such stories!
When we were in Boothbay Harbour, Me., we came across
a cemetery on our walk.
Poor old Alfred Gaswell.
His stone is being swallowed by a tree.
It's difficult to tell, but the bottom of the stone is airborn.
My hooking is coming along.
It is hard to tell, but the background colour is a brown-purple.
(P is for Primitive design).
What are you working on??