*Pendergast the Pumpkin Goblin*

We understand there have been rumors here at *The Merry Ghost* in regards to a Goblin's pumpkin patch....we acknowledge a full disclosure of events and those individuals involved is now required. And we're delighted to disclose and present:

*Pendergast the Pumpkin Goblin*

The curious Pendergast, is a Pumpkin Goblin (And is no relation to Aloysius, thank you very much). Pendergast takes great pride in his patch-he challenges any and all to find a greater example of these fine autumn fruits! Pendergast takes full responsibility for his lovely gathering and denies all rumors of Lieselotte Henceforth, the Lumina Witch. (He maintains there's a trick in her name if you say it quickly............) 

From September through October, Pendergast finds himself quite busy quelling pie rumors and swearing he has nothing to do with the local (short-lived) jack-o-lantern population, though his charges are a bit blue, what with gradually missing many of their friends over the span of a few short weeks.

What do *you* think? Is Pendergast shifty....or no? Are these wee pumpkins predestined to pie slaughter or may their fate be changed? 

Eagerly awaiting your thoughts

and conclusions,

The Merry Ghost

The Path

I feel a bit like Red Riding Hood stumbling along the path...  Lucky for me, I believe I'm on the return journey and not rushing headlong to grandmother's where the wolf awaits.  Emerging from the woods that were quite dark and gloomy--pushing through the twisted vines and brambles, seeing a warm light that promises "home" (almost aloud!) with it's glow that flickers now and then through the branches...  That's me on that path. With the scuffed red shoes and the paint under my nails (instead of over them). That's me and I remember.

I have concluded that when i set aside my pencils and brushes and paints--my snippets of lace and simple swaths of blank muslin, I also set aside my heart.  

When I don't doodle small creatures upon *very important papers* or when I don't consider exactly what pumpkins in a moonlit patch might discuss or reflect upon towards the end of October, I'm as hollow and useless as a broken seashell.  Silliness and whimsy are, for me, as essential as water. 

When I refuse to reflect upon the possibilities of "Gamboge" or the mystery of "Cobalt Blue+Payne's Grey" (you're welcome!),  it's my very own fault that my world is drab and lacking color...

But what lesson did I learn in those woods? There was definitely more than one--and not all of them had to do with my work or nurturing my creativity, and really there are only two that I'm going to share right here, right now...and the first one is kind of brambly* and long-winded so it might be more than one "lesson", but here goes:

1. My work is what it is. There's not much planning and I've no idea how to be fancy and "defend" my work or what have you...  I hope you find something meaningful within the little figures, forms, and creatures --of course that's my hope! But if you don't, that's alright. The work is just fine, I'm alright too, and I'm certain you're lovely. It all remains--you, me, the work--and all of it "is what it is". 
2. There will be more lessons. Always.

(What do you think "Cecily" is thinking about???)

*"rambly" was firmly denied via spellcheck; however, "brambly" was suggested...and I kind of dig it.