Up until last Friday, I had a different post planned for today’s Thursday Doors. I won’t tell you much about it, since I might use it next week. I only mention those plans to highlight the fact that sometimes, plans have to change. Even for a blogger like me, who takes notes in Evernote, stores drafts in the cloud and maintains an editorial schedule in Trello. After all, this isn’t a mission to resupply the International Space Station. A week here, a door there, it doesn’t really matter.
And, you win!
How’s that, you ask…
Well, today’s “doors” are ones where the photos speak for themselves. OK, they don’t speak for themselves in total, I mean, they don’t tell the whole story, but the rest of the story is short, so you don’t have to read much.
When Faith and I visited Old Sturbridge Village last week, they were having a Gingerbread House contest. Today’s doors are courtesy of the imagination and handiwork of children, adults and teams of children and adults, and they are made of cookies and candies and other edible things.
Thursday Doors is the brainchild of Norm Frosty-the-Doorman Frampton, who lives way up near the North Pole. If you visit his page, you can see the “Doors of the North Woods” as well as the Magical Blue Frog thingie that will take you to all the other doors. If you want to join us today, click the frog. And, because Frosty lives so far north that space-time is warped by the cold, “today” lasts until 12:00 pm on Saturday.
Note: To those of you who might want to tell me that the pictures would have been better if I had kneeled, squatted or bent over, I can explain. There were lots of people, including many children, trying to see the gingerbread houses, so kneeling (and then having to rise) was ruled out in order to keep the line moving. Squatting – let’s just say that that hasn’t happened for a long long time. Bending, while possible, tends to make part of me go forward and part of me go back. Given the crowds… So, aerial views of Gingerbreadland.