Going with Harvest Time

Ah, yes, Halloween is on the horizon.

Somewhere we have a picture of Robert William dressed as a Raggedy Andy sitting in a bean bag – next to his dad in a flight suit, but the latter wasn’t a costume. I also have a picture of Quentin in a dinosaur costume – my mother made it for him.

A little suddenly-remembered aside here: When Robert William was Raggedy Andy we lived on an Air Force base where everything was, of course, super safe. So I wasn’t right next to him; he was trailing behind. I heard shouts and turned to see him spreadeagled under one of the giant dobermans that lived kitty-corner from us across the street. The other one was standing by his head and they were calmly sniffing him.

When the grandkids were little, we did orange lights and spider lights and bats. And Alison had a virtual cauldron of candy waiting for trick of treaters. This year, she’ll probably station someone outside with the candy, but I’m forgoing the decorations.

That is, I’m  going straight to a harvest theme and Thanksgiving. I’m thinking pumpkins and gourds and. as November approaches, turkeys and Pilgrims. Of course, we will turn a couple of pumpkins into jack-o’laterns; you know the drill: newspapers under the pumpkin, the hole on top, scooping out sticky pumpkin guts . . .

Now, LZP likes to keep the kids entertained in his neighborhood and this guy is already on his porch: