The restoration and re-imagining of the landscape of Lowther Castle, Cumbria, has used impressively large areas of wild flower meadows. At this time of the year the biennial Daucus carota (wild carrot, Queen Anne’s lace) is flowering and setting seed. Flowers happen in the second year of the plant life cycle and are a source of pollen and nectar for bees. Wild carrot reproduces by seed and the old flowers provide another common name - bird’s nest. The plant can be prolific seeder, it was also called the Devil’s plague, so be careful of seeding plants in a garden situation.
It’s finally that time again! Each October I post about haunted historic places and creepy artifacts so I’ve made a summary here of my most popular posts from 2012 to 2014 for you. Also, I’ll be making plenty of new Haunted History posts throughout October in addition to my regular history stuff so keep an eye out. Happy Halloween and thanks again for following me! :) Here are the links:
Haunters: The Art of the Scare takes viewers behind-the-screams of some of the most popular haunted houses. It will have its world premiere at Fantastic Fest later this month before hitting Blu-ray and digital on October 3.
Directed by Jon Schnitzer, the documentary features interviews with producer Jason Blum (Get Out, Insidious), filmmakers Sylvia and Jen Soska (American Mary), actress Jessica Cameron (Truth or Dare), Universal Hollywood Halloween Horror Nights creative director John Murdy, and the creators of the most popular and controversial haunts in the world.
Read on to watch the trailer and read the synopsis.
There was an emptiness in the air that traced my fingertips Wrote love stories in my mind set in the 1950s Disguised the Devil as god and we made way with the night in the backseat of your thoughts. Rolling down the street in our summer clothes Minds high Hands low There was an emptiness in the air that stole away our meaning Our intentions replaced with callous carelessness As reckless as a thought at midnight As meaningless as we craved for it to be We wanted to create our own kind of life Our own kind of love to be painted on a wall downtown Reminiscent of every time people tried to catch something long gone And we settled into the corner of a coffee shop Tucked away with a liquor bottle in your purse Red on our lips and pink in our hair There’s an emptiness that we all feel that we know nothing to do with And I’ve embraced mine in parting hellos and hopeful goodbyes