Another Halloween has come and gone.
I wish there were more kids. We had maybe 30 or so.
But still, it's all good.
Two vampires (a pretty little one, and a suspiciously adult-like one) arrived early with a friendly zombie. They shared some pizza with us before heading off for trick-or-treating.
Beetlejuice rode his bike up and down my street, singing and hollering greetings.
A unicorn carrying a chatty little dimpled cherub with a lisp may just win the most-adorable prize.
A pre-teen dressed as an old grandma made us laugh the most, due to certain, shall we say, "assets" which had ... um ... fallen.
There were also two ladybugs, two screams, a tiger, spiderman, batman, a butterfly, a hippie, and a grim reaper who couldn't remember what he was.
Wrapped in a quilt, I went across the street to where the action was, and had a great chat with my favourite neighbours, all shivering while we talked. Got invited to a party next month.
A sad moment, looking next door and seeing the darkened porch where Oma used to live. She passed away two months ago. I miss her.
It's the most wonderful time of the year!