When The Pumpkin Trees Are In Bloom

When The Pumpkin Trees Are In Bloom, a photo by hbmike2000 on Flickr.

The nights grew longer and the days colder as Fall came into it's own. She walked cautiously down the path beneath the Pumpkin Trees in bloom with only the light of the full moon as her guide. She stepped on the tail of a black cat who hissed then glared at her with a look that would kill if she stared too long at it. She continued down her dark lonely path slowly.

Spider webs hung from the tree, some so low she had to crawl in the dirt to get past but still she carried on. Past snakes, bats and zombies, she was unstoppable.

Up ahead she could see a house in the clearing, a house in the middle of nowhere, the last house in the land she had yet to be at. She made her way, the last little bit of her journey through the ghosts,goblins and creatures unknown before finally reaching the door.

The door looked ancient, a cloud of dust floated around her hand as she knocked on the door. Nothing. The time had come, finally, her journey would be finished. She held up her head, straightend her shoulders and wrapped on the door once again. "Avon calling, We have the new Fall Catalog and I know you will JUST die when you see it."

View on black. I know you will just DIE when you do

Bokeh Thursday: Cold

I choose this photo as cold because it represents fall, with it's yellow leaves in bokeh and and small pumpkin with bat lips. Fall is cold to me (except right now after a week that saw 100 degrees here). Winter is freezing. Also, the pumpkin is metal, cold metal. Cold, evil, diabolical metal. RUN!