Happy Halloween

Many years ago I dressed up as a pirate for Halloween. Yes, this is what I wore to work that day.

Pumpkin picking with Woody

The three witches

"Double, double toil and trouble, fire burn and cauldron bubble."  (from Shakespeare's Macbeth)

No, this isn't witches brew but some could say it is a magic potion.  It's chicken soup cooked over an open fire at the Hay Creek Apple Festival in Morgantown, PA.   Chicken soup - good for the soul, good for what ails you.

We bought some of the soup to take home and it was delicious.

A good witch?

A new take on an old hat.

Rot

Rivets

Painted pumpkins

A selection of pumpkins from the Hay Creek Apple Festival, Joanna Furnace, Morgantown, PA.

Painting pumpkins

These kids were painting pumpkins at the Hay Creek Apple Festival at Joanna Furnace, Morgantown, PA.

Lichen on a rotting fence rail

Log cabin construction

Tis the season . . .

 . . . to carve pumpkins.  We opted not to carve one this year but decorated one, just the same.

When the world was young . . .

Note the 3-volume encyclopedia from the 1860's.   How many volumes does it take to contain the world of knowledge today?  The last set of encyclopedias I had growing up must have had close to 30 volumes and was purchased from a door-to-door salesman.  When was the last time you saw one of those?  Fuller Brush anyone?  Avon calling?

Joanna Furnace Archeological Dig

Oh, deer . . .

Gotta love flea markets in the country.  You never know what you'll find.

It's corny

Old time manufacturing

This is how brooms were made before mass production.  With the economy in a slump, maybe we'll be heading back to this way of doing things.

A barrel of laughs . . .

I never rode in a ride like this as a kid but they seem to be popular at country fairs.

Some kids never grow up.

It's apple picking time . . .

Flax

Johnny Appleseed

An apple festival just wouldn't be complete without Johnny Appleseed.  Not sure what he had in his bag but I never saw him take his hand out of it.

Sign for the times . . .

With the economy in turmoil, more people may return to hunting for their food.  Squirrel, anyone?

What rhymes with orange?

The bloom is gone

Fence rail

It's that time of year again . . .

More rust

Thing-a-ma-bob

Rust