"I looked upon the scene before me---upon the mere house,
and the simple landscape features of the domain---
upon the bleak walls---
upon the vacant eye-like windows . . ."
Edgar Allan Poe, "The Fall of the House of Usher"
I admit it.
I'm a wimp. I'm a weak-kneed, yellow-bellied, lily-livered chicken. I don't do scary.
I avoid haunted houses, horror movies, ghost stories, and port-a-potties at all costs.
So while other people decorate their front porches with zombies, mummies, and ghouls, I choose to go the safer route.
Today, the safer route began with this.
I found this planter in a cluttered corner of the garage where it was hiding under a bag of potting soil. With its cracked concrete exterior and chipped foot, I considered tossing it in the garbage. But one can of black Krylon spray paint later, and it had a new lease on life---this time as the base for a pumpkin topiary (of sorts).
When I started stacking the pumpkins on top of each other to make a normal topiary, I couldn't help but see their "snowman-like" potential.
After painting a face and some buttons on the pumpkins, I rustled up some sticks from the backyard and gave them a spritz of spray paint before using them as the pumpkin man's arms.
One trick-or-treat bag later, and our front-porch now feels just right---festive but not frightening, with nary a zombie in sight.
The irony is that it all started in corner of the garage---the scariest place in our house . . .