Herself has gone Halloween mad. But only in a small way, or at least, in a small space.
I came home the other evening to find our front porch festooned with Halloween streamers of pumpkin heads and flying witches. Glow-in-the-dark skeletons were taped like windscreen roadkill insects on the windows. Goblins and green-faced monsters were stuck on the wall. I slid the porch door aside and limboed in under the display.
"It isn't too much, is it?" she grinned.
"No. It's fine," I said, trudging in wearily. "It's just the right level for the kids calling to the door."
The postman called last week with a pair of mail-order jeans I'd bought on the Internet. As the package was slightly bigger than the letterbox he stuffed it through the side window (which was open). It knocked over an empty plant pot on a side table on its fall to the floor, making a space.
A yellow skull and a black one, both filled with colour-changing fibre optics magically appeared there the next day.
"Can you put batteries in the pumpkin lantern?" Herself called up to me from the foot of the stairs. I put the batteries in, switched it on, found the bulb had been smashed somehow. We bought two more. The trio hang like a deathly chandelier in the one remaining corner of the porch, a polysterene skull (named Yorrick) topping the display.
Maybe not the last remaning corner: a witch's broomstick with flashing diode lights and cloth of gold handle appeared there later.
As I slid sideways out the front door today, being careful not to strangle on an orange pumpkin banner, I noticed a life-sized deer fawn made from cardboard and straw sitting under the hall table. I asked what it was.
"For our Christmas display," Herself said.
Trick or treat indeed.
2 comments:
The other night I had to make a beer run to the grocery store just as it was going dark...on the way home I nearly went in the ditch at sight of the neighborhood decorator's house...all manner of orange lights with a variety of Halloween deco absolutely covering their entire yard. The residents are a weathern-beaten, time-worn couple. They put up displays for Christmas and Independence Day too I've noticed.
Last year I saw the old man and woman out tirelessly raking their considerable pile of leaves...before dark I saw the man dragging a huge tarp across the road and into the trees on the forested side of the road...they carefully piled their fall foliage and carted it across the road, rather than bag it to take to the dump. *S*
Happy Halloween to you and Herself.
Nice little bit of writing there, both of you.
S MacB
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