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The Witches Breakfast
Ah, yes. The “witch is in,” indeed. Hee, hee.
Last week, we took the kids up to Gardner Village–all dressed in Halloween garb–for the annual Witch’s Breakfast. Here we have Miss Lily the mermaid…
and Sir Beckham the king’s knight.
The place was decorated with pumpkins and ghouls…
and…um…witches…
and more pumpkins.
We walked around for awhile to take it all in until we were greeted by–
this candy corn witch. I’m sure that wasn’t her name…
but it easily could have been.
I loved her highly edible hat too.
We stepped into the dining room…
and went through the breakfast buffet line for our fabulously scrumptious food. YUM!!
We enjoyed the food and the entertainment–
singing and dancing witches who came right to our table.
and signed autographs.
And then again, there was the food.
and the witches…
and Batman…
who, of course makes everything perfect.
~Boots~
When I was a kid–to say that we always, always had cats would be putting it lightly. Not only did we always have at least one cat, but that one cat–often Beasty–was usually about to have about 6 more. I know, I know, but it was back before we “fixed” all the animals and so the poor dear had a few batches of babies each year. Forgive us. We didn’t know better.
ANYway, this little kitty is one that we kept longer than normal because we just didn’t find it a home with all it’s brothers and sisters. He had unusually thick, soft, lush fur. So thick and soft and lush, in fact, that my dad asked me ten times a day if he could make my cat into…a pelt. I think he thought he was being funny. I though he was one sick ticket. My mom named the cat Boots–and yes, we have a bit more imagination when naming our animals these days…
but I digress.
This cute little kitty used to follow me around the house and watch while I did my chores with strange intensity, almost like she wished she could help me–which would have been really nice. She’d stand and stare while I made my bed, and while I washed out the bathtub and especially if I was washing the kitchen floor. In fact the reason that my mom took this picture was because as I scrubbed my brush around and around in tiny circles, Boot’s little head would follow the same motion–around and around and around like a mechanical toy. My mom was laughing so hard she could barely keep the camera still long enough to snap the photo.
We always had dogs along with the cats–but I will say, I’m partial to cats and kittens. Whatever it is, there’s just something touching about a little creature that wants nothing more than to stay close to you. It feels priceless.
Last Hurrah
The other day at Riverwoods Farmer’s Market we found a few hints of the last bits of summer still around…
like warm fountains to toss pennies to…
and bright, happy flowers to breathe in…
and water sprays to soak your toes and fill your bag with…
and spooky old Zoltar to get your fortune from…
and even more waffles to nibble on.
I don’t mind one bit that the evenings are getting cooler and the sun is sinking faster in the sky. Summer is lovely, of course… but I’m a much bigger fan of Autumn…
and to look at those mountains–we won’t be waiting long.
Late Summer Splash
