Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered

All Hallow's Eve. How amazing is THAT view from the back deck?

Nothing worse than a holiday that falls on the Sabbath. But I'll tellya what: the kids were only mildly disappointed, and were actually a joy that night as they watched movies and jostled over who got to answer the door and dispense treats...
The necessary ordeal of carving.

I doubt Gracie will ever be a gut-grabber - she's an artist by temperament, and would rather paint than hack.

Daddy doing the honors...now that I think of it, we just tossed those perfectly good seeds: no roasting, no spring planting. Dangit.

Nicely done. And though I love the lighting in the kitchen for everyday living, it sure wasn't flattering for picture-taking. But, then, they're pumpkins. What more could I expect?

OK, OK! Fine! We're wickedly, naughty, horrible people! We let them dress up and trick or treat! Only the houses at the end of the cul-de-sac, however, and they were back within 10 minutes. What an awesome weather weekend - 70s during the day, and, although they had to layer with shirts underneath the costumes, no coats required! Bonus!

Alice. Pulling an "Eat me." In the Wonderland sense, of course.