Regular readers know I do not have my act together but hold the hope that I may have at some future date. We will not consider how forlorn that hope may be. I did do one thing today that I have been meaning to do (regular readers also know that Do One Thing is kind of a mantra of mine): I put some Halloween decorations out on my front porch and yard.
First view of Frankentree.
I actually have quite a few pictures so may stretch this out over two or three posts. In this picture you can’t really tell why this is a Frankentree and not just a regular one, but here are the first few decorations I put on him. I thought I was done but found a couple of scarecrows and a Broomhead and decided they could go on the tree, too.
Here you can see a little more of the tree’s Frankenness.
I decided to stick the scarecrows in as if they were being eaten by the tree. I am afraid they look a little too cheerful to sustain the illusion, but one does what one can. Quite frankly, it was the easiest thing I could think of to do at the time. I had already been up,and down the stepladder unhanging and hanging lights and was ready to be done.
Sorry, Lady Scarecrow.
I had not meant to leave her hanging like this, but when it happened I thought “Hey, That’s kind of scary.” It reminded me of a scene from a movie we saw recently on Svengoolie, I think it was called Gargoyles. A lady was left hanging upside down on a telephone or some such pole. The funny thing about that was, I swear I can remember seeing that scene one Saturday afternoon or evening roughly a hundred years ago when my siblings and I used to try to find scary movies on television (back when cable got you about seven channels, including the major networks). But I digress.
I’m so glad I found Broomhead!
Full disclosure: it No longer looks like the dinosaur is about to bite Broomhead’s arm. The dinosaur fell off and I tried to stick him back on more securely. I’ll have to take another picture.
First, though, I have other pictures from today to share. I hope to get to them tomorrow.
