Check out our Halloween moon. Nature was festive, too. Speaking of celestial entities, I love thinking that ALL OF US share the same moon (or sun or stars), no matter where we live. It makes the people I love not seem so far away.
Last night we reached an all time low.
I didn't expect many.
Last year we had three, I think.
That's what we get for opting out of subdivision-life.
The only positive thing about it was that Lincoln had to share his candy with the sweet little boy (Caleb) who came to our jack-o'-lantern-LESS house. Not that Lincoln volunteered, he was just the only one left with mass amounts of candy . . . it NEEDED to be shared. He's a saver. And, as younger brothers often are, a scavenger, of all things his brothers leave behind or fail to put away. It's pretty funny.
I don't know about you, but I'm ready to move on to Thanksgiving (thankfully). I'm coming out of the closet: Halloween is fun, but it's probably my least favorite holiday. Call me a scrooge, or whatever term would apply to Halloween party-poopers.