There's a stuffed chicken in the oven and it smells great. The Man is making sugar cookie dough, and I've already made a pumpkin pie.
We carved our pumpkins on the picnic table in the back yard. The air is crisp and clean, and the smell of the odd backyard fire was wafting over from time to time. Hell, I even got into the spirit last minute by forking out $13 to buy some orange and black garlands, which I put over the windows, an orange felt-backed plastic table cloth with little white skeletons on it, and some orange and black balloons. That, and the little pumpkin and ghost lights strung up in the front window have made the house festive enough to have redeemed a curmudgeon such as I.
I went for my power-walk through the neighbourhood early-ish this morning, and saw beauty everywhere. It was one of those luminous, still mornings, with white frost lingering on the grass where the sun hadn't reached yet, yellow leaves spiraling to the ground, and golden light dappled sidewalks.
All is calm, all is peaceful. The kids are good. The kitchen is warm. I wish my Mom were here to see the kids all in costume tomorrow, but then, when don't I miss her?
Have a wonderful Halloween, everyone, if you celebrate it, and if not, have a lovely Autumn (hopefully snow-less) Monday.