And oh, it was wondrous, indeed!
The Last One Out (the Halloween play our friend, John Davis, wrote and directed) saw a sold-out performance last night at Encore Theater.
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| Our freshly carved Jack O'Lanterns and corn stalks await you at theater's entrance |
The Secret Commonwealth played live before the show and during intermission. People in the audience laughed, gasped, cried, and laughed again... reliving their own childhoods and coming-of-age in a magical two hours among mutual friends and family.
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| John Davis, the maker of magical things |
I'm sad that the play's run ends today, but am so proud of John for bringing it to life.
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| The awesome cast of The Last One Out takes a final bow |
Needless to say, Mark gave the show a remarkable and poignant performance as the narrator/grown up version of Jack Daves. Honey, I salute you, and am proud beyond words. Kisses and huggies!
Stopped by two pumpkin patches yesterday on our way out to the show and in the late afternoon autumn sunlight, was bedazzled by the sights and smells and colors that can only be conjured properly during this time of year. The first one was in West Meade, the second, out in the beautiful countryside in Lebanon. Both were delightful! It was a perfect day for reveling amongst the gourds, too, with a dry, cool wind a-blowin' in the bluest of blue skies.
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| Blue autumn skies and corn stalks and hay bales and pumpkins...these are a few of my favorite things! |
I could live in a pumpkin patch all the time, surrounded by fat gourds, vivid buckets of chrysanthemums, and framed by the striking foliage hues.
Pumpkins so numerous and colorful, lining up as if they were fat puppies waiting to be adopted.
So many fine, plump gourds! So little time.
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| I'll take this one! |
There were a few varieties I have not really seen before - namely, the 'Fairy Tale' (aka Cinderella pumpkin) type, which I am completely enamored with. They truly had a supernatural quality to them, and you can easily imagine Cinderella's carriage being transformed from one of them.
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| The Fairy Tale pumpkin lives up to its moniker! |
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| It came in several resplendent shapes and colors |
Is it possible to fall in love with a pumpkin? Well, maybe not in the traditional sense, of course... but I did. Mark anticipates me bringing home at least a dozen of these exquisite specimens. I'm anxious to grow some of them as well, and will create another new pumpkin patch in our yard early next spring.
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| Whimsical hay bales added a cute creative touch |
Lest we forget - we carved our own pumpkins yesterday morning. What a joy that is.
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| Let the fun begin! |
If I could do this once a month (as opposed to just once a year), I'd be a much happier person. Not that I'm sad, mind you, I just derive so much pleasure from it!
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| Mmm! Guts! |
We don't simply toss out the innards - nay! Our kitchen gets mighty busy as we cook plenty of marvelous dishes, from roasting the seeds, to harvest breads and muffins and even a Native American stew with pumpkin, sweet potato, onions and corn. Ahh, the smells emanating from the kitchen are hypnotic: cinnamon and allspice and ginger and nutmeg...
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| It nourishes both body and soul. |
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| Lighting the way in our kitchen |
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| John's hearse emanated mystery and magic in anticipation of Halloween |
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