I've missed a lot this past year, at least as far as holiday decor goes. My Valentines Day box, the Easter bunnies, the American flags for Memorial Day and July 4th..... all undisturbed in the garage. I missed them, but not enough to direct someone else to place them just so. Maneuvering them off the shelves myself was impossible, and anyway, my one and only job was to heal. I gave myself a pass.
Now it's the middle of October. Halloween is 2 weeks away. I have one pillow,
one candle holder
and my blinking haunted house
I managed to save these for the powder room
but it's a far cry from the days of crescent moon shaped soaps and tiny erasers in the shapes of bats and cats nestled amongst black and white stones in the soap dish.
Even TBG remarked that my decorating is more restrained this year.
I found this fellow and managed to stick him in the courtyard
And I believe that until I look further out toward the street and don't see a scarecrow. We recycled a week's worth of newspaper yesterday, so even if I had the energy to create one I am missing the key ingredient for the stuffing. I found the clothes for him, neatly washed and folded on top of box #1, waiting to be displayed against the big rock out front. I just don't have the oomph.
|My cheetah... he really had the moves|
Yes and no and really, who cares? Does it really matter?
Seret taught me that years ago, and tonight, as she's cooking for my kids and I'm thinking about Halloweens past, it's a good memory to have.
I'm just going to enjoy sitting on Douglas, snuggling with my sweetie. I'll make a scarecrow next year.