Yeah, yeah, I know. “Uglify” is not a word, but humor me for a few moments here…
Autumn is incredible, isn’t it? Have you ever seen anything more amazing than the colors of fall? It isn’t my favorite season, and yet I am mesmerized by the beauty of it! I would probably never pick orange or gold or rust as a favorite color and yet I believe the blending of a thousand shades of earthy tones like these is one of the most perfect things I have ever seen.
So let me ask you, what objects come to your mind when you think of autumn? Leaves of every shape and size and color? Fat, round pumpkins and bumpy autumn squash? Dried corn stalks and potted mums? Ears of multi-colored Indian corn? Bloody carnage strewn across the lawn?
Wait a minute. What was that?
Yep. While some of us appreciate nature’s beauty at this time of year and celebrate the natural motif with lovely autumn arrangements on our front porches or over our doors or by our mailboxes, many others choose instead to litter all those same places with some of the ugliest, creepiest, most bizarre decorating you could ever hope to see.
I don’t get it.
Let me be forthright here in saying that I don’t do Halloween. I admit I’m biased against the holiday from the get-go, but let me also add that there are a few aspects of Halloween decorating I at least understand. All arguments about their origins aside, hollowed-out, carved pumpkins with candles aglow inside them can be very pretty. Strings of orange lights might appeal to some, I suppose. And I laughed the first time I saw the flattened-witch-who-crashed-her-broom-into-the-wall thing. It showed some imagination, at least. And a sense of humor…
And I do understand that some people get a real thrill out of scaring other people. It’s not something I particularly enjoy, but my husband loves scaring our kids, although he uses the element of surprise and never creepy images that could give them nightmares!
But zombies on your porch, severed body parts scattered around the yard, and bodies hanging from your lovely maple trees? Seriously? You ignore the absolute beauty of this season and choose instead to decorate with that? And it’s not like it’s exclusive to crime-ridden, inner city neighborhoods where gruesome death and murder are commonplace. That might make more sense. But I see it in nice, respectable neighborhoods, even in front of fine, stately homes, and I am completely baffled by it.
It would be kind of like turning Cades Cove into a giant garbage dump. It’s uglifying something as near to perfection as anything in this world can ever hope to be.
To be surrounded by such beauty, such natural loveliness, and to somehow see right through it to nothing but darkness. How odd. And how terribly sad.