Helaine asked me to use my (limited) technical prowess to mount a witch on the telephone pole in front of our house (why the utilities aren’t below ground in this fairly recent development, when the houses went in at the same time as the street, is beyond me).
Halloween has become an semi-obsession with the girls of this house, and is tolerated by this curmudgeon. They put up ghosts and gravestones and spiderwebs and this year, a witch.
The idea of a witch, mounted where she crashed through a telephone pole, is only a few years old, but the kit Helaine bought is so well thought out and mature a product that I assume this year, or next, it will pass from cute to overkill. That will put it in the same category as the lit, head bobbing, reindeer and Christmas light icicles hanging from your rain gutter.