Halloween, or All Hallows Eve--which sounds way more ominous, is a day when my seemingly normal and friendly neighbors gleefully reveal their spooky side and serendipity reigns supreme. Each walk, leading up to the big event, reveals more surprises as I walk the dog on what appears to be peaceful, still mornings.
|Notice the watchdog?|
|I always feel like somebody's watching me.|
|Where have all of the flowers gone?|
My morning walk with the dog brings imaginings of whispy, swirling mists coming out to play from dawn till dusk in makeshift graveyards that emerge on the manicured lawns of otherwise typically neighborly homes. Headstones are accompanied by bony skulls and spindly hands ready to join in a game of, Ghosts in the Graveyard, aptly named in their honor. It's a children's game that combines elements of hide and seek, tag and just good natured and old-fashioned scaring of each other on a dark evening all combined into one. Even though this game is played any time of the year--it was one of my son's all-time favorites, while growing up, to play with friends and especially all of his cousins--it always transforms itself into full-blown technicolor at this time of the year.
|So glad that this bicycle is not built for two!|
|Not exactly your typical Saturday Night at our friend's (Susan and Richard) house but it |
looks as though they seem to be having a good time anyway.