" WITH EVERY BREATH I PLANT THE SEEDS OF DEVOTION. I AM A FARMER OF THE HEART" In the course of Urban life there are those of us with a Farmers Heart. We have a love affair with nature. In Urban life, nature is sometimes junk and what to make of this unsightly junk mixing it with plants and flowers, reclaiming it as new furniture with a slight twist. Industral Factory worker by night, painter, planter, junkster by day and, now entering the early morning blogger seen.
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Happy Trick or Treat.
The hard part was getting the dog to get up and answer the door.
Time has passed and the world has changed. Trick or treat is nothing like it once was. Fear has changed it. We would go out in little packs of friends with no fear of our neighbors, we knew them and they knew us and our parents or grand parents. It was a night of ringing doorbells, and gags played on friends parents.
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