When mysterious plants invaded Miz Winifred’s weed-infested garden, she was overjoyed and relieved. “Finally! What took you so long?!” Soon tall stems were loaded with round deep purple berries. Winifred hurried to pick them, a basket over her arm.
As she plucked the berries, the townspeople clustered at her corroded gate, clamped tightly with a rusted lock.
|Grape jelly, maybe|
They were brimming with unease, baffled by the plants with the inviting berries and Old Miz Winifred. A premonition of graven events coming soon shivered through them, and all scurried to the safety of home and hearth.
On a cast iron oven, a black cauldron bubbled with toxic herbs, spider pieces, rats’ tails, and black wine, to which Miz Winifred added the dark purple belladonna berries.
Soon the mixture was cooling in the glass jelly jars, tightly sealed.
“Splendid!” She cackled, packing jars in her basket and climbed onto her broom, launching off into midnight sky. Almost missed our Annual Witch and Wizard Meeting! They so love my jelly!
Many thanks to Delores at "Under the Porch Light" for providing two lists of 6 each in Thursday Trauma. Delores is a delightful blogger who has quite an imagination! Please pop over to her site, and if you wish, leave your own take in her comment section OR at your own site.
Enjoy your own "Hallowed Eve"!