I’d forgotten about Halloween until I saw the date on my computer. On our rural road, a trick-or-treater is a rarity. In 33 years, I’ve had six kids, three one year, and three another year, begging for treats. School parties are popular and safer anyway. But, those people living in a house-to-house neighborhood enjoy the fun. This weight guessing contest was set up at our local grocery store. I noticed yesterday it had been moved. I’ll have to go into town and see if I won the guess.
Happy Halloween to you and yours. In its celebrated form in the USA, it has transformed to a purely North American fun night without it’s original pagan dark side. My youngest daughter was an exchange student to France during her high school years and enjoyed teaching her French family how to carve a jack-o-lantern. With youngsters still at home, the carving, decorating, costuming and begging treats has become, for all of my grand kids, their second favorite holiday.
Yesterday, I spent time in the yard, enjoying the soon to be gone sunny days.
My fuji was past prime by the time I got off the road. Some cling, looking soft and rotten.
This heritage Northern Spy, is crisp and good. Keeping in tune with the autumn days, sunny and warm with cold nights.
Foraging in my neighbors garden, some fresh basil, tomatoes, one zucchini, and an eggplant. Enjoying what we can as long as it lasts.
I harvested my walnuts for the first time in seven years. A balance of nature took all the squirrels away. I expect red tail hawks got everyone. In the past, a woman asked me what was growing on my trees. She had never seen walnuts grow. They have a husk, which dries out and the nuts free fall to the ground.
Some primal feeling of comfort envelopes me when I harvest these portions of my own food.
