••• • •• ••• • I live in an olde farmhouse in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia, on an 84 acre farm named Notforgotten Farm. I play in the dirt ~ I collect old and odd things ~ I throw my head back and cackle when I laugh... I raise orphaned Opossums and other little creatures that may need a helping hand...I am a Good Witch...I love my family & friends ~ I see the past through the eye of a needle...and I am Blessed to be where I am and who I’m with. ~ Welcome to my home and heart •
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below are just a few examples of what we carry in our Etsy shop ~ much more to see!
it is riding on the night wind and is behind every dark corner...
how ever you call it:
Hallowe'en ~ All Hallow's Eve ~ Old Saints Night ~ Samhain
IT will be here in a short time.
I love Hallowe'en.
I love my memories of Hallowe'en growing up in Connecticut:
dragging my pillowcase-full of sweet loot on the suburban streets of Stratford,
wearing homemade costumes of sheets, old mops for hair and burnt cork for beards...
walking through dead leaves in a dimly lit graveyard through a shortcut to a friends house and feeling scared out of my little wits while passing the cold graves...but loving every minute of it!
I remember well how my little neighborhood
took on a magical look at twilight on that very anticipated night,
and how the houses were decorated with leaf-stuffed scarecrows & pumpkins
on whitewashed porch steps...
the crisp October air would crackle with excitement
as I would walk up that first set of steps and touch the first doorbell to become what seemed like hundreds of front doors that were usually kept ajar for trick-or-treaters like me.
Sometimes there would be a big bowlful of candy on a table on the porch and it was placed there by someone who couldn't hand out the candy piece by piece and I thought how trusting the person was to leave all of that addiction in one place for children to take at will...and take we did!
(I was 'good', taking only what I thought
would be appropriate such as 1 candy bar and perhaps a popcorn ball...really I was!)
...neighborhood-by-neighboorhood, I would trudge on
in my annual quest for candy & horrors....
~ I passed zombies, ghosts, pirates & witches ~
'old men' & pumpkin heads, devils and black cats
and never knew who was staring at me from behind those masks.
hundreds of children taking over the streets in search of treats!!
wow. never really thought about it that way! ha!
~ I remember being so tired and cold by the end of evening that I could hardly lift my feet
let alone a sack-ful of sugar...
and when I got home, I emptied everything into the bottom drawer
of our refrigerator that my Mom had cleared our for me,