Halloween Book Exchange

A number of years ago when I was living in a genuine crumbling mansion, the tradition of having a bookexchange at my place around Halloween was born. After a few years break when the mansion had finally crumbled and I lived in a tiny place with no room for such things the tradition has been revived again here in the latest forest dwelling.

Thirteen women from my online bookgroup, 3 kids and several hundred books. (And a LOT of food.) I forgot to take many photos (and actually stole the first one from this bloggrrl...) I also forgot to burn the Wicker Wummin I'd found in the woods behind the shed when everyone was there so Hanneke and I were the only ones to witness this fusion of Halloween with the cult Scottish film.



Janneke came along this morning to help us eat some of the leftovers and to pick out a few of the last books. Another thing I forgot to do yesterday was to take a photo of everyone with the picture frame so the leftover black cat was the only one to pose with it.

The Night Before the Bookexchange

Am watching Tim Burton's film, 'The Nightmare Before Christmas' (about how the people from the land of Halloween take over Christmas) whilst carving out Halloween lantarns from a turnip, a pumpkin and an orange. This afternoon tidied up the shed in preparation for tomorrow's bookgrrls meeting.

Meatloaf?

During the felling of a sick tree this morning I spotted a bat clinging to the wall of the house. I think he must have been sleeping in the tree when it came down.
He hissed angrily at me while I was taking photos and didn't look like he wanted to be adopted and given a daft name so I set him free on the other side of the road where he could find a peaceful place to sleep further. (I was wearing leather workgloves during all this - bats are known to spread rabies by biting.)

Shoe Door