The night before…

The skeletons rattled,

their fingers began to tap

Eager to be released

From their coffin trapped

The ghosts began to wail

Their voices growing loud

The mummies began to mumble

From deep within their shroud

The wolves began to howl

It could give you quite a fright

Because it’s only 24 hours

Until Halloween night

Ding, dong, the witch is…alive?¿

Hope you are all having fun this spooky season? We’ve had another weekend full of spooky shenanigans, even a swimming lesson with some inflatable pumpkins. 🎃

How things have changed since my youth of a bin bag with holes for a costume! 😂

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Spooky

The ghosts and ghouls and goblins

Have been and had their play

It’s time for me to tidy up

Ready for another day

As I close the door behind them

And wish them all goodnight

Something creeps up behind me

And gives me an awful fright

Preparation

Spent the day getting our home clean

As we’re having a party for Halloween

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We’ve grown our pumpkins on our plot

For the little ones to pick their lot

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We’ve got reapers, witches and the odd ghost

Ready to play the perfect hosts

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Tables filled with all things sweet

Waiting for those who trick or treat

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Hope you have the perfect day

And a little fun spookiness comes your way

Autumn…

Autumn walks, collecting leaves
Feel a chill upon the breeze
Lotsa layers, long coats
Breakfasts made of yummy oats!

Autumn colours, reds and browns
Fallen leaves covering ground
Dark skies, jumpers thick
Bringing home that treasured stick!

Treasured Stick



Who is ready for autumn? 🤎🍂☂️🧡🧣❤

#autumn #seasons #changeofseasons #poetry #childhood #nature #naturewalks #childhoodtreasures #loveofsticks #sticks

Toucan Travels

Tommy Toucan took a thrilling flight to the tropics
Tommy Toucan’s friends all thought he was psychotic
Tommy got a yellow bill, and he soon felt ill
So he had to take lots of antibiotics


Toucan – A Letter A Week – T – nope, not pam

A bit of fun written for NOPE, NOT PAM‘s challenge – A Letter A Week – T , this week’s prompts:

Place – tropics

Emotion – thrill

Adjective – tactical

Verb – tempt

My animal – toucan

Roaring good time…

Hubby was working today, so I had to drag myself out of bed and get on with looking after mini mister. Luckily, I must say, he was a well behaved little angel (phew).

I’d booked tickets for this show months ago, but now that the day arrived, the thought of being in a hot room with loads of bodies wasn’t the ideal way to recover from whatever viral thing had gotten hold of me all last week (not covid, tested many times).

However, it actually went really well, the story was great fun, and made really interactive and not too scary (thank goodness). Most importantly, my little guy had a roaring good time.

Little Heroes – Shadows – A Short Story

“Keep your face to the sun and you will never see the shadows.”

― Helen Keller

“Quick, grab the loot.”

“No, stay in the shadows, I’m sure someone’s coming”.

“I don’t want to stay in the shadows”

“Why? Are you scaaaaarreeeddd? Look if you are too scared to do this, I’ll grab the loot myself.”

“No. I can do this”

“Right, you wait here whilst I check the coast is clear.”

The creak of the door immediately gave away their location.


“Alex! James! Get yourselves back to bed this instant!” The bedroom light switched on startling two young boys. In the doorway stood an angry woman with her hands on her hips.

“Mum… we were only after a midnight snack,” Alex whined.

“You’ve already been told. Any more of that nonsense and James will be going home. You know you were only allowed to have a sleepover if you boys went to bed on time.”

The boys skulked over to the bed, wading through a trail of dolls and cars and toy guns.

“Fine! You can have a quick hot chocolate but then it’s straight back to bed.

“Mum?”

“What Alex?”

“Can we have marshmallows too?”

“I suppose…but then bed.”

“Score!” The two boys said triumphantly. It had been worth waiting in the shadows after all.


“Keep your face to the sun and you will never see the shadows.” ― Helen Keller

Originally written in response to:

These two little toe-rags originally appeared escaping their bedtime in an earlier post: Little Women and Little Heroes – A Short Story, I hope you enjoy their return.

Take Care.
KL

Towel Day – 25th May

Towel Day on May 25 is an annual holiday created to celebrate author Douglas Adams by his fans. Adams wrote the classic sci-fi novel, “The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy.” This day was organized in memory of him after he suffered a sudden heart attack at the age of 49. His fans wanted to find a way to commemorate his life’s work, and after having one towel day, its success made it a yearly event. 

There is a full schedule of events over at http://www.towelday.org/

“A towel, it says, is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitchhiker can have. Partly it has great practical value. You can wrap it around you for warmth as you bound across the cold moons of Jaglan Beta; you can lie on it on the brilliant marble-sanded beaches of Santraginus V, inhaling the heady sea vapours; you can sleep under it beneath the stars which shine so redly on the desert world of Kakrafoon; use it to sail a miniraft down the slow heavy River Moth; wet it for use in hand-to-hand-combat; wrap it round your head to ward off noxious fumes or avoid the gaze of the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal (such a mind-bogglingly stupid animal, it assumes that if you can’t see it, it can’t see you); you can wave your towel in emergencies as a distress signal, and of course dry yourself off with it if it still seems to be clean enough.

More importantly, a towel has immense psychological value. For some reason, if a strag (strag: non-hitch hiker) discovers that a hitch hiker has his towel with him, he will automatically assume that he is also in possession of a toothbrush, face flannel, soap, tin of biscuits, flask, compass, map, ball of string, gnat spray, wet weather gear, space suit etc., etc. Furthermore, the strag will then happily lend the hitch hiker any of these or a dozen other items that the hitch hiker might accidentally have “lost.” What the strag will think is that any man who can hitch the length and breadth of the galaxy, rough it, slum it, struggle against terrible odds, win through, and still knows where his towel is, is clearly a man to be reckoned with.

Hence a phrase that has passed into hitchhiking slang, as in “Hey, you sass that hoopy Ford Prefect? There’s a frood who really knows where his towel is.”

The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy – Douglas Adams

What colour are your towels? I tend to be a bit boring, mine are mostly white or blue, apart from a few colourful beach towels.

Have a great day!

KL ❤

What is Ahead? – #writephoto

They had observed the rock formation from miles away, with each step closer to it, it seemed to grow more intriguing.

ahead - rock image by Sue Vincent

“It looks like a house”, Josie said to her exasperated husband John who was trailing behind her with a heavily laden backpack. He made a harrumph sound in response but she ignored it and clicked happily on her camera before setting off again.

As they grew closer and closer her excitement to explore the rocks grew.

“Do you think it was a caveman’s home?” Josie wondered once they had reached the opening in the rocks.

“Maybe,” John said, giving in to her excitement. “It could be our lodgings for the weekend, save us on that hotel you booked”. He said smirking at his own joke.

“I WOULD live here”, Josie smiled at him, “look at that view.”

As they made their way inside it grew darker and darker, eventually, John rummaged in the backpack and pulled out their torch. As he clicked it on they both inhaled sharply.

“Wow! This is so beautiful.” Josie said. John nodded in agreement. The swirling text that filled the walls, floor and roof of the cave was unlike anything they had ever seen before.

“What do you think it says?” John asked.

“No idea. Oh, look there are numbers there.” She pointed to the area she had spotted.

They both moved closer and focussed the torchlight.

“Is that a date?” Jane’s brow wrinkled with concentration. They both looked at each other in the dull torchlight.

If it was a date, that meant it was one week from today…


My response to Sue’s wonderful photo prompt combined with the Captivating daily post. If you want to give Sue’s prompt a go too, head over to Sue’s Page Thursday Photo Prompt – ahead – and join in the prompt. KL ❤