...it's been a very soggy day here today, interrupting my plans to get outside and finish up some yard-work and take some pictures of the many, many Maple trees we have. Whose idea was it to plant a dozen Maple trees across the back yard (?), I wonder.
We've also been having a good deal of fog here in the mornings. It's so eerie to see it hovering over the empty fields this time of year. Living in a valley, it seems that the foggy days and night run into each other. With the exception of Halloween this is not a welcome sight. It also reminds me that when the fog season is over that the cold-rainy season will be upon us...those dark winter days are tough on this old girl.
I've been feeling rather soggy/foggy myself the past week or so. The ginger-ale-soda-cracker type of blah. I'm sure I caught it in the doctors office. If you spend enough time hanging out in the doctor office you will eventually get sick, even if you were there for something else. Doing better now, had some yogurt today but I think it might possibly be why I over-reacted to the comments the other day. Yeah, there was more than one. Moving on...
When I was a young 'un some of my favorite memories are of Halloween. Having to rummage through the closet and use our imaginations to come up with a costume. Those were the days before store bought and plastic or rubber masks. A simpler time indeed. I can remember walking through the neighborhood, without parents tagging along, and ringing doorbells. There were some 'old' codgers who would actually make us do some sort of trick, like a somersault or hand-stand, before we could get the treat. I remember going into stranger's houses and bobbing for apples. Such were the times that it was not necessary to scare us kids with real monsters. Certainly, simpler easier times.
When my children were growing up they hated Halloween. I think it frightened them, the scarier costumes, the loudness. It seemed so strange to me. I wanted so badly for them to enjoy it the way we did even though they were trying to hide whenever the doorbell rang, and could have cared less about dressing up. Even the candy was not enticing to them and often I would find it in the bottom of their closets
What happened to those innocent days? We had so much fun, in a mostly clean and respectful manner, and we looked forward to it each and every Fall. Back to school meant Halloween was just around the corner. I understand that many people feel strongly about the message it sends but to a little child (most of them) it's just a fun day to dress up and freely eat candy. Church, school, lessons, chores...all of them would be waiting. What happened to our sense of tradition and charity?
The hubs and I will be manning the front door tonight and giving out treats to all the little ghouls and goblins. We practically push each other out of the way to get to the door and hand out the goods. We are still those children of long ago...doing hand-stands and somersaults for a little treat or an apple.
Happy Halloween and be safe y'all.