For those of you who read my post “Confessions of a Halloween Junkie,” you know I’ve been counting down the days to Halloween since early August. Nineteen days to go.
Our school district started school before Labor Day. After the twelfth car drove by during the Labor Day weekend asking when we would start to decorate, we put up the count-down board.
My better half and I have been cleaning the yard, cleaning the roof, and cleaning the driveway and sidewalk all in preparation for our favorite shared holiday, Halloween. We’ve been decorating for over three weeks. Families driving up and down our street shouting encouragement.
One of our neighbors’ grandchildren plus dad came over to help with the set-up. Enthusiastic seven-year-olds welcome here.
Two-hundred-twenty plus tombstones cover our yard. Animated bats hang from the garage overhang . . . the closest thing we have to a belfry.
Oleg Torvaldson changed a wee bit from the conception drawing to the final tombstone.
Garden gnome, professional speaker. Wows the ladies at a staggering 3’2″ tall.
Not sure how it happened, but he ended up with Brad Pitt’s eyes.
The Grim Reaper available for guided tours of the graveyard.
Leading the way to the grave since the beginning of time.
While you’re listening to your guide, you are blissfully unaware of what is creeping up behind you.
Dragons, under-represented in graveyards.
If you’re reading this on Friday, happy Friday the 13th!
Until next week.
Ciao,
Fannie
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