On October 31, we wrote a post featuring photos of Rick’s Dad’s miniature Halloween world.  This week a few of the photos were picked up and re-posted, with credit, on the oddly popular pumpkinrot.blogspot.com. If you’re not a big fan of Halloween, old horror movies, or anything that falls under “gently macabre” in the dictionary, maybe give it a pass. Our ghoulish little figures are by FAR the cuddliest images on the site.

In any case, the name of the blog reminded us that we’ve been meaning to stop and take photos of this:

We pass Pastorinos Pumpkin Farm on our commute, and every morning we note with curiosity and a slight revulsion that the Halloween rejects have morphed ever closer into dirt.

Perhaps it’s more than just the mold progression that is disturbing.

Who wants to see disembodied Frosty play the lead in “The Legend of Sleepy Hollow”? It has all the appeal of that freaky Child Catcher in Chitty Chitty Bang Bang.

Yet if I can get beyond the Hollywood-induced imagination trauma…

… and if I ignore how much the carved ones in the compost heap look like human heads…

… and that we waited until we were splash-dab in the middle of Rain Week to take the photos where even the houses in the background seem like they’re looking at you….

… then I can remember that this cyclical live-die-nourish process is part of The Big Plan.

And without that, Mr. Rot would have had to find a different name for his blog.

And there wouldn’t be photo ops like this.