The Week After Halloween
I don’t know about your neighborhood, but over here it’s a sad, sad week at the curb.
Wave Your Hands in the Air Like You Just Don’t Care
Nothing says “Halloween” quite like…disembodied zombie hands. I’ve been keeping my eyes on them, and I have to say I’m quite unimpressed with our neighborhood zombies. It’s been days now, and they’ve only managed to get their hands out of … Continued
The Haunted Lighthouse
Sounds like a Nancy Drew mystery, doesn’t it? But this lighthouse is right here in our neighborhood. 100 miles from the nearest ocean. I’m assuming the cobwebs are Halloween decorations. But, then again, maybe it truly is overrun by giant … Continued
Pumpkin Letters
It happened before with the frog flags. And now it’s happening with pumpkin letters. These neighbors don’t live near each other, but they all obviously got the same coupon for a big sale at the Pumpkin Flag Store. It just … Continued
Cannonballs
As far as I know, the Redcoats never invaded my neighborhood. The Yankees didn’t, either. I guess they didn’t think our yard flags and patio furniture were valuable enough targets. But if they ever do come back for our plastic … Continued
Little Free Libraries
The first time I saw a Little Free Library, I was intrigued. That just wasn’t the type of sight I was used to seeing around here. Now it is. Little Free Libraries have popped up like mushrooms all over the … Continued
September Equinox
The leaves are still green and the flowers are still blooming here in the neighborhood. The only way we know it’s fall is when the yard flags tell us so.
Things in Birdbaths that Are Not Birds
This is a bird in a birdbath. This is not a bird in a birdbath. That is all.
The Lizard Man Returns?
So I was driving through the neighborhood and suddenly I thought I saw the Lizard Man. It was tall, and green and … What’s that? You don’t know the story of the Lizard Man? Well, back in the summer of … Continued
Palmetto Pride
We South Carolinians are proud of our palmetto trees. So proud, in fact, that we call ourselves the “Palmetto State.” Not only are our palmettos beautiful, but they also saved us during the Revolutionary War. Fort Moultrie wasn’t quite finished, … Continued