In Pennsylvania Dutch Country this past summer, I was exiting a craft shop, the proud owner of a wrought iron pumpkin. When, near the door, my attention was drawn to a set of wind chimes. It was roughly-hewn into the shape of a grinning jack-o-lantern's face from what appeared to be iron scraps. A layer of rust added to its charm. I loved it. And for five dollars, how could I resist?
It now hangs just outside the front door.