Greetings Ghosties and Ghoulies and Long-legged Beasties

  

We have officially reached The Changing Season.  For a time now, everyone in this part of the universe will change clothes 2-3 times every day.  This is because . . . . . the mornings are chilly, so long sleeves and long pants; the afternoons are very warm/hot, so shorts and t’s; and the evenings cool down quickly, so some sort of compromise is required (long sleeves and shorts or t’s and long pants).  Of course, Summer is apt to elbow its way in at any moment so there’s no putting anything away. 

The nice thing about The Changing Season is, I’ve gotten lots done outside.  My current project is the walkway up to the house.  It has been paved with very heavy stepping stones.  With the coming of the new season, I am redoing the walkway.  This has required

1 Moving all the very heavy stepping stones
2 laying down heavy duty weed cloth
3 Moving said stepping stones back
4 Moving them around
5 Moving them around again
6 Moving very heavy decorative boulders (okay, okay, actually very heavy medium-sized rocks)
7 Moving them around again
8 Moving planters

I would like to say, the end result of this is

but actually closer to

So true, Auntie Acid

I still have to shim all the stepping stones so they’re level and don’t wobble and then put down bags of pebbles.  Next weeks’ project.

And today is

and, I have a Halloween story to share.

Once upon a time . . .

a Farmer decided to

plant a little punkin’ seed.

That seed, along with many others started to grow.

And, next thing the Farmer knew, he had a field of beautiful orange pumpkins.

His next plan was to truck all those orange pumpkins to market.  Little did the Farmer know, one of those pumpkins was special.  Jack.  Jack the special pumpkin.

So, did you know that there are very weird people in the big wide world out there that use pumpkins in

Bread

Soup

Eggnog

Cookies

Pancakes

Risotto

Pasta

Shakes

Cakes

Trifle

Pudding

Coffee

and, oh yes – Pie.

However, Jack knew he was meant for something else.  Something meaningful.  Something unique.

  Something spooky!

The Farmer sold his pumpkins to a grocery story and they dumped them into a big box.

Jack waited and waited and waited for the right person to choose him.  And along I came.  I looked at several different pumpkins but when I picked up Jack, I knew he was the one.

In order to BECOME, Jack had to undergo some changes.  

He had a bit of a “nip and tuck”.

Under went a facial transformation.

and grew into what he knew was his destiny.

Jack-o-Lantern

 

The End.

 

 31Oct 2021