I have another Halloween story for you. Again – if you've been around a couple of years, you've read this story on my blog. In fact, this isn't the first time I've re-posted it. But like yesterday's story about Magic, this is such a good story for Halloween that I couldn't pass up sharing it again. Maybe you, my friends, won't think this is as amazing as I do. But for me, the fact that this happened without ANY human intervention is baffling. Here is the story. If you've read it before, just scroll down through the pictures, but DO NOT leave this page until you read the good news at the end of this post . . .
Here is a “copy-&-paste” from October 2010:
Jack-O-Lantern Carves Itself
This is a blog about animals; specifically, the rescue, care, and love of dogs and cats. My story today, however, is about a pumpkin.
Last Summer, Younger Daughter had a small pumpkin patch. We ended up with several pumpkins from the end of September through early November. They were a good-looking bunch of pumpkins. We picked them as they became ready and piled them on the front deck. Slowly, one or two, here and there, would begin to decay. It would start with a brown spot and over the days, the spot would get bigger, turn grayish, and get paper thin. When a particular pumpkin got far enough gone, we would put it at the edge of the yard hoping the seeds would lie there over the Winter and start a new patch in the Spring. (They never did.) Anyway, I'm guessing by now that you are wondering why I am telling you about decaying pumpkins. . . .
You've seen them. Elvis shows up in the pattern on a burned piece of toast. Abe Lincoln floats to the surface of a cup of coffee with cream.
One day last October, I was walking up the front steps onto the deck. The pile of pumpkins was arranged there beside the front door. I saw that one had a pretty decent sized paper thin rotten spot, and I reached to turn it rotten side down. But as I got closer, I laughed that the area of decay almost looked like a face. I left it and promised myself I'd bring it to my family's attention. I forgot. The next day, I glanced at the pile and the face was more pronounced. I ended up telling my husband and the girls about our pumpkin with the face, and they all viewed and agreed that it did sort of look like a face. The day after that the face was even more defined. In fact, it was almost becoming creepy. The long and short of it is this - over a period of about a week, that pumpkin revealed a face that got more definite and more face-like. Here it is – 100% untouched by human hands . . .
Now let me end the week, the month, and the fundraiser with a Halloween Happy Dance!
Ready . . . (drumroll) . . . . START DANCING!
THE WINNIE'S WISH WALKWAY IS COMPLETE! Can you believe it? Five brick fundraisers, two years, and 92 spots. Because of your generosity and your love for your pets, this Walkway is full. Full of bricks. Full of love. It is one of the most cherished things I have done. I realize what each and every one of those bricks means to the human who put it there. And all along the way, those bricks have produced funds to care for the changing group of homeless cats and kittens who call themselves Winnie's Wishers. I will start putting the order together and send it off during the first part of next month. I'll announce on the blog when the bricks arrive here. And I'll start doing the stories that go with the bricks after the holidays. To everyone who has a brick in this Walkway – THANK YOU!!