We live on a pretty well-traveled corner in our small-town and right by the elementary school. That means every kid in town either walks or drives by our house with relative frequency. Our house sits below the street and the property line has a split-rail fence running its length. Our Witch keeps guard of the neighborhood from her station on the corner. At night, car headlights cast her sweeping shadow across the walls of the house as if she's flying past ready to cast unwanted spells on hapless children out after dark.
Our Witch stands post throughout October making sure everyone is in the spirit. The dog walkers always comment that they know we're getting ready when she goes up. At this point, they're accustomed to seeing hanging corpses in the backyard in various states of decomposition throughout August and September.
What signals to your community that the season has arrived?
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| (c) Martha Stewart |
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