The newest addition to our leaf and bike strewn garden are these fetching fellows. I'm a bit 'bah humbug' about the over commercialisation of 'events' like halloween but there's a little bit of pagan deep in my soul which loves the celebration of a season change. We visit The National Arboretum at Westonbirt a couple of times a week and the smell of the muddy, wet leaves as well as the astounding colours at the moment are a wonderful assault on the senses!
Our Halloween this year was spent wandering, several times, around our little village with a small, half-naked pumpkin (she refused to wear the matching tights), an SAS soldier-come-schoolboy, and a 'dead' school girl who had real pencils sticking out of her face stuck on with special FX wax and fake blood!!!! We have no street lighting where we live so it is always exciting and we usually come across a few other ghouls and ghosties! I do love seeing all the carved pumpkins, they make me smile.
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