Not too far from here there is a little place called Gardner Village. Long ago it was the site of a mill belonging to Archibald Gardner.
Now it is a darling little collection of eateries and decorative shops, where they celebrate
the season
with displays of comically wicked
[and quite buxom, I might add]
witches
conjuring all sorts of hilarious hexes.
Last year we took the kids to see the witches.
We are now under their spell.
This year we decided to make a day of it. First we met at my haunt.
Each little witch and wizard got to conjure their own hats...
to wear,
and to eat!
-witch hat calzones-
with a side order of brooms *to go*
[with us to the village, that is.]
Casting spells on cupcakes...
[this only looks like a spell gone wrong!]
Bubble, bubble, toil and trouble:
donning our witchy attire was quite a hoax...
...especially for the crowd two and under.
By the time we got to the village
those witches found they had met their match.
A wickedly good time was had by all!
Sadly, we didn't meet Elphaba.
Apparently, she's in the next town.
And you have to catch a twister to get there.
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