I looked out the window and what did I see? Not popcorn popping on the apricot tree, that's for sure. I saw what looked to be a ritual pumpkin sacrifice. If I didn't know my niecephews were playing with the pumpkins last night I may have been a tad freaked out. It looks like the real pumpkins are ganging up on the fake Jack-o-lantern in the middle.
Then I laughed. The way the light was hitting it it looked like a small, orange Stonehenge.
PS- the other night I had a dream that I was an elf, flying around in the summertime with Santa and only one reindeer. We were discussing how children these days have no imaginations. I don't think this applied to the kids related to me.