I have always loved this time of year; nights get cooler, leaves start changing their color, kids settling down to the routine of school. All these are wonderful reasons to love the season, but my favorite is the celebration of the macabre. I am the mother, after all, that took her kids to both the Mutter Museum and the Lizzie Borden house last summer. I read Stephen King stories aloud by the fire pit at night. I am twisted. I admit it. But I grew up at my father’s knee, a man whose favorite axiom is “nothing is funnier than a scared little kid” (and I gotta say I agree with this 😉 ).
In honor of this spooky time of year, I quilted a picture of one of my favorite macabre authors, Edgar Allan Poe. I still remember our middle school librarian doing a dramatic reading of “The Tell Tale Heart” in honor of Halloween. “Annabell Lee”, “The Raven”, “The Masque of the Red Death” – what would this time of year be like with out them? Thanks, Edgar.