corked

Back when I created a collection of ornaments for my shiny new Halloween tree, I intended it to be the first of several. But as with many of my projects, those good intentions ended up on a back burner. Then up on a shelf. Then in the back of a dark, dusty, cobwebbed closet.

But one day, as I was finishing off a bottle of wine, the cork beckoned to me. "Halloween tree ornament," it whispered. Perhaps it was the wine talking. I prefer to believe it was the cork.

And indeed, it was the perfect size for a tree ornament. So out came the paint, and it was transformed into a wine-cork-o-lantern.

Another bottle of wine; another cork-o-lantern. Another bottle of wine; another cork-o-lantern . . . You get the idea.



Two thoughts come to mind. The smell of burning cork is not among my favourites. And I seriously need to reduce my wine consumption.