Graves in the Garden

Halloween is my favorite holiday. More than Thanksgiving because I can’t cook. More than Christmas because I hate to battle frantic masses to shop on command.

I love Halloween because every year I get to make my own house guest.

His clothes never change but his head often does.

The first year, he was partial to Garfield and Dr. Pepper. By last year, he preferred a real lap cat and black coffee.

After I make the guest, I dig graves in the garden…

…and plant the giant zombie hands.

I bury bones in fresh dirt.

Last year, I tried my new Yoda pumpkin plug-ins and was grateful not to have to scrape out the goo and carve out a face.

And our youngest son is the only one who still dresses the part. He makes his own costumes and creates a character.

This year is still a mystery. I haven’t quite felt the spirit. I haven’t yet chosen the guest’s head or planted the gravestones. Our son has not bought a mask or make-up or cloak. I did drag home a cast iron rendering pot for my partner because every Irish witch needs a cauldron.  It squats on the front porch where the neighbors can see. Maybe tomorrow we’ll fill it with bones.

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  1. I don’t understand the draw to it, but it looks like you’re having fun. :)

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  2. Can Attila the Hun be part of Halloween?

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  3. My kids love my to make things scary for Halloween,so I do it that night when I get home from work, then take it all down again later that night or the next day. It’s fun for the night. Your house guest would probably scare me every time I walked into the room. I love that the cat curled up on his lap.

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  4. Have a blast!

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  5. mthew

     /  October 27, 2012

    Bone soup! Have it boiling on the night itself. Hand out recipes.

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  6. You’re my kinda Halloween girl.

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  7. I love it! That you actually dig up your garden! I just stick styrofoam gravestones in the grass. Well, the past tow years my husband has, because I can’t get in the mood. I love the guy. And your son’s outfit is great.

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  8. Cool – loving your photos – thanks for sharing! Happy Weekend!

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  9. Man, you go all out! I bet your kids love what you do. Btw, that first guy looks a lot like my father in law…you can keep him.

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  10. Impressive work! Hope the spirit kicks in soon :)

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  11. haha, cool! he’s creepy, alright… the efforts pay off, hehe.hello, Tori… ;)

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  12. I love your creativity! We’re more about the cutsie stuff, but I always admire a good graveyard planted by the neighbors!

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  13. Oh, you rock, sister! I love that the cat curled up on the Guest. One lap that would stay put!
    I haven’t felt it either this year, though I finally found orange twinkle lights and put them up (they will stay up all year, thank you very much).

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