“Dude, he must be sweltering in that mask!”
A werewolf I was…
well at least for a few minutes until the stinky latex mask, incessant itching and the inability to really see what was going on around me got to me, not to mention the pools of condensation that were forming on the inside of the mask and the strands of synthetic hair that kept getting into my mouth.
I think I wore the mask the best part of 45 seconds.
Evil Morticia had the right mask-less idea.
This reaper left a trail of death and decay wherever he wandered, one brush of his gown against this pumpkin made it grow mold, here it is now secreting nasty smelling juices all over our front porch…
Morticia and the reaper had a lot of fun gathering candy and meeting some local charismatic homeowners.
They trick and treated past hedges with blinking eyes while I peered into the heart of the resident sago. I now check every sago I come into contact with for gender, this tends to raise a few eyebrows I can tell you.
They procured yet more candy under the bones of this cowboy.
I witnessed a few scary things myself walking around the neighborhood,
this century plant made my rotting pumpkin situation seem somewhat insignificant, the base looked like a horrific accident but a glance skyward
revealed where all that plant-energy was going.
A massive flower spike.
It made a great crystalline silhouette.
Although it is called a century plant these agave typically live only 10 to 30 years.
This bamboo muhly looked very ghostly as it floated and billowed around in the twilight.
After some insider trading on the candy exchange,
she wasted no time in categorizing and indexing her bounty,
she even generated a Prezi spread sheet to summarize her observations.
Back in the Patch:
The new house being built at the back of the Patch is starting to take shape. I am glad it is only one story.
With all of our recent rains the plants are at the fullest they have been all year.
Celosia are busy forming bright seed heads that will last long into the winter.
Canna lily are still going strong in my canna and papyrus stock tank, as was this warrior at the Celtic festival.
His favorite fighting festival.
Kumo always finds some muhly or feather grass to lie on after a long and exhausting night of barking at the moon.
Stay Tuned for:
“ Deep Breath”
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