decorate for YOU (itty bitty thoughts)
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We live on a dead end dirt road in the middle of farm country. I see maybe three cars a day—the people that live to the east of us have to pass our house to get to the main road.
And although farm families are thought to be cordial and welcoming and hey, come on over for supper any time, we don’t generally have a lot of people over. Our “circle” is pretty small.
So it stands to reason that people would ask why in the world I put the time and effort in to decorating my house for fall or Halloween when no one is going to see it?
Well, I’ll tell you.
It’s because I’m going to see it.
And because my husband and kids are going to see it.
I picked all the pumpkins out of our garden. They’re all jarrahdale pumpkins (I was given seeds by my friends at the We Drink and Farm Things podcast) but I think there was a little cross pollination going on with the desi squash and the delicata squash I planted. Jarrahdale pumpkins are supposed to be blue-green, but I got a whole rainbow of awesome.
Which makes our front step look fabulous.
Halloween is our favorite holiday, probably because fall is our favorite time of year. When the kids were little, we renamed October as “Spooky Month” and it stuck. This year my 16 and 17 year olds carried the giant box of Halloween decorations up from the basement and then put on Michael Jackson’s Thriller as they put out giant spiders and vampires and light up pumpkins and all the things.
And we haven’t spent a ton of money on decorations over the years, we’ve just collected things at garage sales or thrift stores, or we’ve made things. But let me tell you, there is something magical about a new 89 cents plastic spiderweb tablecloth with a tray of candy in the middle.
We’re living the high life here at Clucky Dickens Farm!
Here’s the thing I’ve learned. Your life doesn’t have to sparkle for anyone else. It just has to sparkle for you.
it’s 5 am and—besides the dogs—I’m the only one awake in the house. No one will be driving by on my road at this time, but I go out anyway and click on the orange lights we’ve twisted around the two posts on our front step.
No one is going to see them.
No one but me.
And that’s enough to matter.
— Amy Dingmann 9-27-20