Tomorrow is Halloween.
I'm very glad that it's on a Friday so school won't be full of sugared children the next day!
The forecast is for rain.
The thing I like about Halloween is pumpkins. Of course, they don't grow in honour of Halloween; they just happen to be ripe at this time of year. They're quite wonderful fruits, and I like them just the way they are. That's why I always put three of them by my front door (my personal designer, Lea, says that groupings are best in odd numbers!).
My neighbours love Halloween. They have put up their old battered picket fence, hung skeletons in the trees, set up the flying bats, created a front yard cemetery, and connected the sound system. Tomorrow night, if I stay home, my house will be full of their spooky soundtrack. Every few minutes the torches will flare up, sending eerie light and shadows into my living room, and horrible foghorns will blare. The moans, groans, and screeches will follow me into every room. Ugh. For that reason, I will make every effort to be out. Until very late.