|Chute for distanced trick-or-treat distribution.|
|UPDATE for those who asked: Yes, these are real pumpkins.|
They weigh over 1000 pounds. A local farmer grows them,
and the neighbor buys them and carves them every year.
These are around 4 feet tall, but some years they are taller.
|New trees being planted at a decorated house.|
|Another scheme for distanced candy handouts.|
... and a perfect mystery story for just before Halloween, The Crossing Places by Elly Griffiths, recommended by my friend and fellow blogger Jeanie of The Marmelade Gypsy:
The amateur detective, Ruth, is an archaeologist, almost 40 years old, and quite overweight. The setting is a very scary salt marsh near a fictionalized King’s Lynn, England. The characters have spooky ideas about the Druids and other ancient peoples who lived in the area and built “henges” and held mysterious rituals in the marsh. The detective, Nelson, is a very English police detective, who needs help solving the mystery of two little girls who have disappeared. The ending is a surprise. There’s even occasional food that punctuates the fast-moving story:
“Ruth, slightly ashamed of being so hungry, tucks into a ploughman’s lunch. Nelson eats sausages and mash like someone refuelling, not noticing what he puts into his mouth. He has insisted on paying. Ruth drinks diet coke—she doesn’t want to be caught drink-driving after all—and Nelson chooses the full-fat variety.” (Chapter 13)
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