A lovely Samhain to you all

There's one more pot of ratty little apples from the tree in the yard boiling on the stove, while the little guy naps. He convinced me to let him take one more look in the yard for fallen apples from the tree that were worth keeping, though I was pretty sure they were all done. "Mama lookin' in the tree okay some apples maybe not too buggy yes okay?" We dug together in the pile of yellow wetness that our giant maple has strewn all over the lawn, and sure enough, some of the very nicest fruit, from the top of the tree where I couldn't even reach it with the apple pole and a ladder, had come down there. But most of what was there got left on the ground -- insect-eaten and deer-eaten or just beginning to rot. Winter has begun.

My little dragon/Godzilla will be waking up soon, and we'll be going raiding the neighbors' houses for sweets. I'm only taking him as far as he wants to walk on his own, so I suspect we won't get far past next door and across the street.

Many blessings on all of you.