Sunday, October 30, 2011

Fran Scares Easy

She writes: Well, there I was, just walking home from Zumba class when I sensed a presence by the side of the road. There wasn't another soul around. I felt a chill and the hair on my arms stood up. As I neared this house, the presence became stronger, stronger. I looked up. Eeeek. There he was. The Ghost of Fessenden Street. Just standing there--hey wait, does a ghost "stand"? -- no, make that hovering there. Watching. Waiting.

And here are some views of the very rare pumpkin fruit:

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