Yes, I still have pumpkins on my porch. The intent is to have teen son take them to the field out back and split them open with a hatchet for critters to feed upon. I found them nicely frosted as I stepped out this morning.
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Keeping close to heart, this Memorial Day Weekend, the gift of self-sacrifice so many others have given so that we may enjoy the freedoms we tend to take for granted. RIP
It wasn’t a lot of snow.
But it was enough.
Enough to be magic’s passage.
A warmth to light upon the heart.
A smile to rise upon a face.
And a sparkle to gleam from eyes in fresh child-like innocence and joy.
What you do when you get up before 5AM on a Saturday so you can be down to the school by 6 to get your son on the bus for a wrestling tournament, of which, upon arrival to your son’s school, you are informed by the coach that the tournament just got cancelled…., due to the snow.
Snowball fights followed in the back yard. Rogue son was surprised and quite impressed when his Mama turned quickly to Warrior upon a pelting cheap shot to the face, his coat becoming much whiter than blue plaid in the end.
Missing. I check again, searching through boxes and crates. It isn’t here. My mind whirls searching for an answer and with a sudden realization panic and fear rise within as I rush out the door. “Oh god, please, no. Please, no.” So well camouflaged during yesterday evening’s photo shoot for Spider Craft, it was left behind.
Heart racing, I return to its last known location. Too late….
Repulsed by the sight, I turn away, my stomach woozy. Limbs mangled and torn, its skull cracked and mere particles of brain matter remain.
Yes, there was a savage killer on the loose. Could this be the Zombie Apocalypse?
RIP little Cami Spider.
As a little girl, I was mesmerized by the craft of the spider. From the eaves of the cottage, the spider would weave its masterful web directly across from my bedroom window of the attic. I carry that fascination and admiration still today. It should then be of no surprise that I enjoyed the Second Grade Halloween craft brought in by one of the room mother’s at school so many, many,………many years ago.
Fast-forward numerous years. Stumble upon ‘bumpy’ pipe stem cleaners (aka bumpy chenille stems). Second Grade crafted spider whirls to the forefront of my mind’s creative processing. Evolution.