Folks, I'll plead guilty to being a Halloween minimalist. Not for me the elaborate decorations beginning the day after Labor Day. For me it's about the day, particularly the night, itself, with some spillage over onto the days immediately before and after. Readers of my Halloween night posts of years past will recall me lightning the pumpkin at sundown and sitting in the darkened front room, drinking hot chocolate and ostensibly waiting for Trick or Treaters, but imaging hearing the spirits abroad in the wind, ushering in The Holidays. An old guy who just can't escape his Celtic roots.
So we're about there. This afternoon is pumpkin carving time (Because that's when you do it.) We've laid in a supply of hot chocolate. I'll see you tomorrow night.
So we're about there. This afternoon is pumpkin carving time (Because that's when you do it.) We've laid in a supply of hot chocolate. I'll see you tomorrow night.
