Another holiday, come and gone. At the farm, we never had a trick or treater. So different in the city.
I fixed up this booger and hoped it wouldn't scare the little kids too much. I had a storyline to go with her. I even bought dried duck and chicken feet at the pet store (they look so gross.)
With a few gallons of candy, I waited and waited. I was shocked by how late they began to arrive.
I had planned on taking pictures of the littles, but opening the door, trying to keep a biting weenie and cat back, holding the tub of candy, it turned out I didn't get a single pic. At times it felt like the zombies from The Walking Dead, with arms outstretched, all coming to the candy tub at once. I don't remember when I stopped trick or treating, but I was surprised how many kids were in their teens. They said they had heard there would be clowns on the prowl that night. Evidently, scarier than my Lady.
I had planned to tell the older kids about the lady that crawls crab-like, out of the huge culverts that drain into the lake; a labyrinth that runs under the streets, to get the bad kids that throw rocks and sticks at the waterfowl in the lake. The dry duck feet were for those kids. Didn't even get to tell my tale.
I served up full sized candy bars and large boxes of candy too. One teenaged treater even hugged and kissed me. I thought I would discourage the tricksters as I have had to yell twice at kids chasing the babies and throwing rocks at the geese and ducks. But, instead, I think the trick was on me; I started something and may be mobbed next year.
I haven't been to the farm in more than two weeks and my husband arrived this morning with a large box. It was full of bills, catalogs and magazines. Not how I wanted to start my day. It felt like a belated trick.
Hope your first of November will be a good one. I shopped yesterday and all the Christmas decorations are out in the stores. What happened to autumn? We haven't had it here yet; it has been very warm and windy.