Happy Halloween ! :-o

It's that spooky time of year, dear friends, 

when things go bump in the night and 

 eerie shadows flicker. 

I've been doing a little Halloween decorating......

just a little. 

We don't get Trick or Treater's here, tucked deep 

into the spooky forest, but you never know
who might pay a little visit! 

Come inside on this All Hallow's Eve and 

we'll bravely face the witching hour together. 

On this pagan night of appeasing evil spirits,
I have added a few (hopeful) deterrents.....

The 'Kitchen Queen' Hoosier cabinet

gets a new ghoul amid flickering candlelight. 

Sometimes smiles can be sinister.....

I just found the vintage spice tin at Diana's new Etsy shop, 

A Cottage on the Cove.

Whole cloves for making a witchy brew  <l;-o

The owl keeps watch for skittering goblins.

Wise words stitched onto black cotton.

Just as a reminder. 

xoxo

Candle-light illuminates dark shadows

where phantoms may lurk. 

I keep myself busy, nervously baking treats, so as not to be tricked. 

Long into the evening, I work to mollify 

those who wish me harm, working quickly before

shadows get too deep. 

Ghostly apparitions float over a sugar cookie pumpkin patch. 

I keep a watchful eye out the kitchen window - 

for headless horsemen and witches on brooms. 

And black cats that might cross my path. 

(Wonderful hand-made card from a dear blogging friend)

Jack O'Lantern sports a jaunty hat. 

But don't let his happy countenance fool you........

It's a night of

haunted mansions and full moons.....

Spooky trees and flying bats. 

and innocents lured to creepy places.....

Boooo! 

(This wonderful diorama is another find from 

A Cottage on the Cove ) 

Small children wander unawares....

Gaily dressing up and begging treats. 

While we, as elder's, keep watch for 

lurking shadows. 

..

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So, while murders of crows gather at twilight, 

and we send our children out to knock on strange doors, 

remember.......

The Gobble-uns will getcha

If you

Don't 

Watch

Out! 

You can read this wonderful childhood poem

by James Whitcomb Riley,  Here.

xoxo