HAPPY HALLOWEEN BAT AND MAGGIE WISH YOU A HAPPY HALLOWEEN 🎃🤎🧡🎃🐾🐾🎃🧡🐾🐾🎃🧡🤎🎃

 BAT AND MAGGIE WISH YOU A HAPPY HALLOWEEN 🎃🤎🧡🎃🐾🐾🎃🧡🐾🐾🎃🧡🤎🎃

BAT 🎃

BAT AND MAGGIE 🎃

SALEM ~ A HALLOWEEN PAINTING

 

★★★★SALEM ★★★★ 2023




Handmade Original 
Measures 10 x 8 
Material : Acrylic Painting
Signed and Dated


~Artist retains copyright ownership and all reproduction rights to the artwork.
©AnnabelleandM


I couldn't sleep but I remembered my dream... Salem returned.


Here is a spooky cute poem by
Ian Serraillier,


"Ian Serraillier was an English novelist and poet. He retold legends from England, Greece and Rome and was best known for his children's books, especially The Silver Sword, a wartime adventure story that the BBC adapted for television in 1957 and again in 1971." ~ Wikipedia 


‘The Visitor’, by Ian Serraillier


A crumbling churchyard, the sea, and the moon; The waves had gouged out grave and bone;


A man was walking, late and alone...


He saw a skeleton on the ground; A ring on a bony finger he found.


He ran home to his wife and gave her the ring. “Oh, where did you get it?” He said not a thing.


“It’s the loveliest ring in the world,” she said,


As it glowed on her finger. They slipped off to bed.


At midnight they woke. In the dark outside, “Give me my ring!” a chill voice cried.


“What was that, William? What did it say?” “Don’t’ worry, my dear. It’ll soon go away.”


“I’m coming!” A skeleton opened the door. “Give me my ring!” It was crossing the floor.


“What was that, William? What did it say?” “Don’t’ worry, my dear. It’ll soon go away.”


“I’m reaching you now! I’m climbing the bed.” The wife pulled the sheet right over her head.


It was torn from her grasp and tossed in the air: “I’ll drag you out of bed by the hair!”


“What was that, William? What did it say?”


“Throw the ring through the window! THROW IT AWAY!”


She threw it. The skeleton leapt from the sill, Scooped up the ring and clattered downhill, Fainter... and fainter... Then all was still.


★★★★Salem was one of our rescues, a very special cat who had a sixth sense I'm sure.★★★★

ORIGINAL PAINTING ON SALE HERE: 

ANNABELLE & M

NIGHT GALLERY

NIGHT GALLERY on Etsy Original Painting

Rod Serling's Night Gallery, The Art of Darkness. Back in the late 1960s, one of my favorite shows I loved watching was Night Gallery. Rod Serling would start the show by presenting each horror tale in a painting he had in an Art Gallery. Artist Thomas J. Wright was the artist behind all of the spooky artwork. Rod Serling would introduce each story of every episode with one of Wright's eerie paintings. The Cemetery was one of my very favorites. I painted over a painting I did some time ago inspired by Night Gallery's The Cemetery. Adding Florence the Ghost and Bat to The Cemetery just seemed perfectly haunting. This Original Painting, Night Gallery will soon be available on Etsy. Mixed Media ORIGINAL PAINTING "Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.” ― Oscar Wilde, The Canterville Ghost ♥️ Annabelle & M ♥️ © 2023
a Mixed Media ORIGINAL PAINTING
"Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.” 
― Oscar Wilde, The Canterville Ghost
♥️ Annabelle & M ♥️ 
© 2023 @batandmaggie

ART, CATS, GHOSTS, WITCHES AND WOLVES WIP OIL ON CANVAS

I believe in God and so for me what the lyrics in this song mean is that God loves everyone and has no favourites. My daughter is a Supernatural fan and she saved the last season until now. My husband and I are watching it with her and with every episode I find myself looking up songs they played on the show. This one,hubby beat me to it. Someone behind the scenes has excellent taste in music, lol. Love SUPERNATURAL and will be watching reruns for some time and of course the new spinoff. 

MAGGIE THOUGHT I WAS DOING A CAT PHOTOSHOOT, LOL

GOD WAS NEVER ON YOUR SIDE ~ MOTORHEAD

If the stars fall down on me
And the sun refused to shine
Then may the shackles be undone
May all the old words cease to rhyme
If the sky turned into stone
It will matter not at all
For there is no heaven in the sky
Hell does not wait for our downfall
Let the voice of reason shine
Let the pious vanish for all time
God's face is hidden, all unseen
You can't ask Him what it all means
He was never on your side
God was never on your side
Let right or wrong alone decide
God was never on your side
See ten thousand ministries
See the holy, righteous dogs
They claim to heal, but all they do is steal
Abuse your faith, cheat, and rob
If God is wise, why is He still
When these false prophets call Him friend?
Why is He silent? Is He blind?
Are we abandoned in the end?
Let the sword of reason shine
Let us be free of prayer and shrine
God's face is hidden, turned away
He never has a word to say
He was never on your side
God was never on your side
Let right or wrong alone decide
God was never on your side
No, no, no!
He was never on your side
God was never on your side
Never, never, never, never
Never on your side
Never on your side
God was never on your side
Never on your side

Songwriters: Philip Campbell / Micael Delaoglou / Ian Kilmister

WORKING ON A WITCH AND THEN WILL BE ADDING THE WOLF

 Motörhead- God was Never On Your Side Supernatural -  Road So Far) p.s. The music video is amazing. Love it

GOD WAS NEVER ON YOUR SIDE - MOTORHEAD (SUPERNATURAL-THE ROAD SO FAR )

Inheritance

There's a house in Kemptville which has a fireplace under the stairs.
I fell in love and, I saved the realtor's brochure in my book box of art I someday would like to paint. 

Summer came and went in a flash. My mood was in a shadow and, then, Autumn arrived and October. The chill in the air, the trees turning beautiful yellows, oranges, and reds, the beautiful moon at night all filled my senses. It's the month of October that always stirs my spirit, of course, our cats as well. "I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers."If only more months would do the same for my mood as October does.

It's almost four years now, on October 27th, 2017, when Bat and Maggie, our two little rescues, showed up at our back door on M's birthday and Black Cat Appreciation Day in the UK. Bat is a black cat, well, a brown-black Nordic cat; imagine the coincidence. Magical! Because of them, our days are busy with photoshoots, paintings and, stories. M loves doing the photoshoots and, I love painting the two little Gremlins.

"Inheritance"- my latest painting, began with the Fireplace Under The Stairs and Halloween. I can't help it. I'm bewitched by October.
Bats, cats, pumpkins and, ghosts are purrfect for a Halloween Night in Uncle Herman's old cottage. Oh, did I tell you? I almost forgot to mention Bat and Maggie inherited Uncle Herman's estate, " Bat Cottage ".

DORMIR SOUS UN CYPRES

"Dormir sous un cyprès, or “to sleep under a cypress” means to be dead."

I left it for dead.

When I was inspired to paint The Quiet Garden, it was after I had come upon a beautiful garden behind The Saint John the Baptist Anglican Church in Richmond, Ontario, next to the church graveyard. But, I failed in capturing the serene landscape of The Quiet Garden and tossed the painting into the woodpile.

Sometimes, what I have in mind does not always turn out the way I conceive it in my mind. Now, I have arrived where the road leads to though not so sure how to go on. I will need to give it some thought before I make my next brush stroke.

THE ROAD NOT TAKEN


Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;


Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,


And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.


I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.


~Robert Frost

OCTOBER

“I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.”
Inclusive of our cat, Bat, whose name in the book is October."🖤🐾🐾🐾

Bat's official registered name is October Bat 🐱🦇🖤🧡🎃

We Found Halloween🎃

On our way home from soccer, last night
we found Halloween🎃
It was a dark and rainy Halloween this year but someone did some magic 🧙‍♀️🧹and gave us Halloween🎃👻🦇🕷🕸 

And I just have to share this🦇 Purrfect Spooky Halloween Photo of Bat taken by M. 🧙‍♀️
https://www.instagram.com/murtagh13/

CASTEL BOUS 🎃🎃🎃👀🧹🐈

Urban Dictionary

Bous is a term used to define any: thing, feeling, emotion place, person, situation, experience or comment that is highly positive or loved by an individual or social group. 

'Castel Bous'

This Halloween Mixed Media Painting is done in 

Acrylic and Ink on small miniature wood panel. 

Still working on a fence for the front of the Castel : )

Can you spot the skair-ee cat ?

Boo came to mind because of the peeking ghost so when I asked hubby for help with a title he sent me the above definition and in the subject wrote "Castel Bous" misspelling 'Castle' with Castel.

The name Castel to me sounded like a wine,  which turns out there is a wine from France called, Maison Castel. Of course when stringing the two words together Castel Bous you immediately think booze :  ) I found it kind of funny so I kept the title ...'Castel Bous' * Hope you like it. 

Anna 🎃🎃🎃👀🧹🐈

Thumbelina Bat ~ How Bat 🦇 Got His Name

When we brought Bat home with us from The Ottawa Humane Society, the staff had covered him with a pink crochet blanket, only his face was showing. He looked like a tiny bat. Photograph by my daughter M

PURRANORMAL CATIVITY

🎃 SUFFERIN' SUCCOTASH! 🎃

🎃👀 IN A SOFT, LIMP VOICE, MAGGIE ASKED: "DID WE MAKE CONTACT?"👀🎃

"I THINK SO",  SAID BAT.LOOK AT THE FLOATING BLUE ORBS." 👀 👀 👀

AND ONE NEXT YOU, MAGS 👀

🎃🧡🖤🧡🖤🎃

🎃HAPPY HALLOWEEN 🎃

ALL PHOTOS BY M

Happy Birthday, M🧡🎃🧡

Happy Birthday, M🧡🎃🧡 🎂

& 

Happy Birthday to Little Bat and Maggie, too 🧡🎃🧡🎂🎂🐱🐱


A year ago today your 2 little rescues🐱🐱showed up at the back door and chose you ❣️to be their mom 😂

Wishing you a wonderful Birthday filled with Magic🍀☘️🐱🐱🍀☘️


Lots of Love Mom, Dad & Ty❤️xxxoooxxxooo❤️❤️❤️ 

Just a little reminder of your special gifts you received last October 27th/2017 : )

 HAPPY HALLOWEEN ~ PIONEER NURSERY PUMPKIN PATCH

BROTHER & SISTER RESCUES, MAGGIE & LITTLE BAT 

ALWAYS BUSY LOOKING AT BIRDS, IN REAL TIME OR ON YOUTUBE, BOTH WORK AND ARE GREAT BABYSITTERS : )

LITTLE BAT & WITCH

LITTLE BAT

LITTLE BAT

LITTLE BAT ~ THE PRECIOUS LITTLE BUG🕷

MAGGIE

LITTLE BAT AND MAGGIE'S MOM AND DAD

THE DAD ~ "GREEN EYES" CAUGHT ON VIDEO

THE MOM ~ "SHY"

AND A MUCH NEEDED CAT NAP FOR THE OLD FELLOW, KARSON.

WISH WE COULD KEEP THEM ALL❤️🐱🐈

IS THIS HOUSE HAUNTED?........YES!!!

At the hour of midnight when everything's still, I ask: "Is this house haunted"? 👀 And then, a dragonfly lands on the dark crystal and lights up the word ....YES!

Guardian of the Soul?

Little Sparrows circle, all around us.

Everywhere we go, they follow!

Ever wonder why?


If you believe in God then they are his messengers:

“ his eye is on the sparrow

And I know he watches me”


Or are they the guardians of the soul, like the Ancient Egyptians believed, who carry the dearly departed to heaven ?

I like to believe both.


This Little Silver Sparrow I keep, reminds me always “Not all Treasure is Silver and Gold”.

A SUMMER NIGHT IN OCTOBER WITH KNIGHT RIDER

A summer night in October arrived last Tuesday night, unexpected and without the bugs.
It was like summer had never left with a temperature of 27.3 degrees on October 9thand as the day passed slowly into evening the balmy air wooed us to go for an evening ride on the Triumph.
I think summer was teasing or maybe October was just playing a game of masquerade but no matter who was creating the night magic we weren't about to miss it.

There was no plan, we just escaped into the night.

Riding along the Rideau River up to Merrickville was like life had passed into a dream and I joked with Stan how the night ride made me think for a moment I was riding with Micheal Knight, The Knight Rider. Earlier in the day Stan had gotten another needle in the eye so I didn't think he was up for a ride but I was wrong and we took a shot in the dark ride with one headlight and one good eye : ) Without question the ride turned out to be the best ever taken on the Triumph, for both of us! The night was filled with magic, mystery and haunting intrigue.

But all good things eventually come to an end and when I thought the ride was over when Stan turned off hwy 43 and was heading back home he completely and unexpectedly caught me off guard, slowed down, veered off the darkened Burritts Rapids' road and turned up Cemetery Hill.

He turned the engine off and in the quiet and still cemetery he asked me to pick three tombstones.The shadowy granite, almost lost in the total darkness of the quiet grounds enclosed around me making it hard to distinguish the cold stone from the dark black veil of the evening. I found myself a little scared but so elevated in my curiosity in continuing to seek and find some lovely tombs hoping they would reveal some hidden secret. The game was on, the two old folks were having fun.

Stan followed me around the graveyard ,the breeze among the branches of the encircling wood sighed but I heard nothin more but the snapping of a few pics and then he spoke: “Ok, I think this should do it. Let's go home and see what we got”
But what I discovered I noticed even before I got home , actually it was the only stone of the four I picked that I was able to read the words.

On the tall spire shaped monument the inscription read “An Officer and a Gentleman” , very strange and spooky I thought because what I read was related to the night's events. Us playing a game like two juveniles with no restraints, young again. We were the perfect age tonight to enjoy a summer's night in October hopefully will never forget. The perfect age like Richard Gere had said in a quote I read on Instagram . Oh and by the way if you don't get the connection, Richard Gere was the officer in An Officer and a Gentleman” : ) and below is his quote........

“I am old but I am forever young at heart.We are always the same age inside. Know that you are the perfect age. Each year is special and precious, you can only live it once. Do not regret growing older, it's a privilege denied to many!”

I know this story really sounds made up but I never set foot in that cemetery before October,9th/2018.
Wow, should I dare say someone from beyond reached out and left this for me to ponder on?

“The lovers have grown old and grey” forever young at heart remain❤️
Well, taking that ride with Knight Rider on an October summer night was a thrill; I forgot just how old I was!


Happy to be here with you Stan!

Happy Halloween ~ October Magic

October Magic ~

 Three kittens turned up at our back door on October 27th this year, my daughter's birthday. We adopted a little grey one and a very tiny little black one who was only .018 when he arrived last Friday. Magneto the grey female is of normal size for a 5 ~ 6 weeks of age kitten but October the little male who is about 4 weeks old is quiet small. With love and care we wish these furry babies long happy lives and many more special Halloweens.