The β€œGraveyard” 2019

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The glue of the tombstone support pipes have tried for a couple of days. Kevin could take the support stones and wood blocks away from the graveyard. Now, Mr, Skeleton, Howl and Meow watch over the yard, so no spirits won’t escape; and Bones howls until the night of All Hallow’s Eve.

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The Pumpkin King

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My β€˜Jack Skellington’ Pumpkin (2010)

β€œI’m a master of fright, and a demon of light, and I’ll scare you right out of your pants.”
β€” Jack Skellington

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Harvest Festival 2019

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Kevin, Sara and I visited two local nurseries for the Autumn activities, this morning. And both places celebrated the “Harvest Festival”. At the first nursery, we’ve got honey from a local bee keeper and did the hayride. We left early because it was too crowded. I have to go back there, when it is not so busy during the week.

At the second nursery, Sara could get a free pumpkin and decorate it. She loves coloring squashes, puts stickers, pipe cleaners, googly eyes,Β  and glues cotton balls, etc. on it to make it look spooky-cute. In the meantime, Kevin and I looked at some pumpkins, Autumn flowers, and discussed about more fruit trees for our backyard. Now, I have my eye on a Texas Persimmon tree. And I still need a Mexican Plum tree as well. Both are drought resistant and native toΒ  the State of Texas. i still would like to get a Naval Orange tree. But I haven’t convinced Kevin, quite yet.

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The Little Jack-o-Lantern

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Next to carving pumpkins, I love collecting ceramic Jack-o-Lanterns. This was the first Jack, we’ve got for the frontyard.

I’m a little pumpkin
Round and stout,
Packed with full of seeds
That you can scoop out!
When I get all carved up,
Then I will be
The cutest Jack-o-Lantern
You ever will see!

Author: Unknown

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A Sweet Autumn Poem

Fall Friends

A farmer made a scarecrow
to frighten crows away.
And the scarecrow got so lonely
standing in that field all day,
he called a crow down from the blue sky
Please sit with me a while.
The crow said, I’m to scared of you.
The straw man gave a smile.
I’ve stood here in this cornfield.
For all my life, I’ve stood.
I’ve guarded corn from crows like you
just like a scarecrow should.
But as I stand, I watch you fly
and wonder what you see.
What is ist like to float through air?
Please sit and talk with me.
The crow sat on a pumpkin
and looked in Scarecrow’s face.
I’ve flown our whole world over,
but this is a special place.
From way up high I watch you
as your cornstalks sway and wave.
I’ve wanted so to meet you
for you look so wise and brave.
They chatted through the afternoon
sharing secrets of both sky and land.
And when old sun began to sink,
Crow flew to Scarecrow’s mitten hand.
I must fly now, but I’ll be back
to sing you songs from up above.
This tale is true. We must believe
in magic and unlikely love.
Author: Amy Ludwig VanDerwater

Resource: http://www.poemfarm.amylv.com/2012/10/welcome-to-doodler-samuel-kent.html