One persons junk is certainly my treasure. Any chance I get I go into the second hand store. One never knows what you might find. I found these two decanters. The larger one is nine inches tall and the other is five. I bought the doily too. Not sure what I am going to do with them, but time will tell. Maybe include them in one of my many photo shoots. Any suggestions?
Well... Here it is, the last great sunset of late fall. We call it Indian Summer. This occurs in autumn. It is sunny, clear, warm weather, after the leaves have turned following a heavy frost, but before the first snowfall. Enjoy it while you can. The wonders of winter is on its way.
A very cold and crispy morning indeed.
At 8:00 a.m. this morning it was 32 degrees
Even the last of the fall flowers are showing signs of the big chill
Winter is coming soon.
Happy Halloween From My House To Yours
Bella Corona
Penny Lane
May spooky delight be with you tonight
Look what I received in the mail. I got a mail bag full of goodies from my friend Xue in Tokyo.
Halloween is the Night
For Magic to Come Alive
This is the Night For All Witches
To Dance and Sing Around The Fire
And Monsters to Come Alive
They Will Gather and be Merry
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Backward, turn backward, O time, in your flight. Make me a child again, just for tonight!
There is something haunting in the ligth of the moon. It has all the disapassionateness of a disembodied soul, and something of it's inconceivable mystery. 
A gypsy fire is on the hearth. Sign of a carnical of mirth. Through the fields and from the glade. Flash merry folk in masquerade, for this is Halloween! 
Stir the fire till it lowe. How like a queen comes forth the lonely moon. From the slow opening curtains of the clouds. Walking in beauty to her midnight throne. 
"Eye of newt, and toe of frog, wool of bat, and tounge of dog, adder's fork, and blind-worms sting, lizards leg, and owlet's wing. For a charm of powerful trouble, like a hell-broth boil and bubble." -Shakespeare, Macbeth 
A house is never still in darkness to those who listen intently, there is a whispering in the distant chambers, an unearthly hand presses the snib of the window, the latch rises. Ghosts were created when the firt man awoke in the night.
On Halloween, witches come true. Wild ghosts escape from dreams. 
May jack-O-Laterns burning bright. Of soft and golden hue. Pierce throught the future's veil and show what fate now holds for you. 
'Tis now the very witching time of night, when churchyards yawn and hell itself breaths light 
Shadows of a thousand years rise again unseen. Voices whiper in the trees. 
Once in a young lifetime one should be allowed to have as much sweetness as one can possibly want and hold.
A special thank you to the Halloween hostest Vanessa from A Fanciful Twist.
