This is the first Halloween we have had in 15 years. It's part of our reward for coming in out of the cold. Back on that high mountain ridge we lived on until this summer, we were a quarter of a mile from the "hard road". That's a long way for a young 'un to trek on a chilly - and spooky! - late autumn night.
We had a brilliant Halloween banner waving from our front porch for the week prior to the great event and hoped that would attract endless numbers of goblins and whatnots.
Hanging from the front door we had a couple of guides to help you find your way to great caramel treasures. These guys obviously have sampled some of the goodies.
And inside the front door we had a Welcoming Committee! All kinds of ways to have fun, goodies, tasties, great food for anyone brave enough to come in here!
And it worked! We had three witches, two ghosts, one Spanish dancer, a Joseph and a Mary, three goblins and two HOB-Goblins! And they all got handfuls of Hershies!
But as the night wore on, our Gobble-ins began to decline. We wondered why. Then - when we went outside at long last, we found out why! Our Jack O'Lantern on the front porch had become entirely too scary!
Had to get the dogs to get us back inside. Whew!
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