Truly. Deeply. Madly

We're officially the Too Scary To Ring The Doorbell house this year. And we didn't even have to bring the snakes out or anything!

Seriously, we've had several kids who had to be coaxed into range, and a couple who just Would Not Come up onto the porch at all. And we didn't even dress up! We're just in mundanes. It must have something to do with the Ghost Bride in the turret window, and the giant, glowing golden cat eyes in the two front windows, I guess.

*Evil cackling!*

In Holy Day news, our harvest stew is nearly done -- the ingredients came from the Farmer's Market this morning, or from our own pantry. I think the only things not local were the peppercorns, and the bottle of Sam Adams that went into the pot. The Oban boat is finished, and dressed with a crimson sail for its journey on the Hudson. I've decided to wait until the full moon, on November 2 for that launch, and only part of that's due to the rain tonight. Part of it's ... well. It's a funeral boat, isn't it? I need time to properly observe the wake, and charge the craft to its destination. So sundown on Monday, I'll launch the Spirit Boat, and watch the current take it out to sea.

And now dinner is beeping, and I'm gonna go eat of it.
Blessed be, my Witchkin, and to the rest of ye, Happy Halloween!