and our ground is still snow covered from yesterday's bizarre October snowfall.
Snow's falling in sheets off roofs and trees as the temperature is expected to go well into the 40s today.
I have high hopes that all the white stuff will be gone by the time Trick Or Treating begins after school tomorrow.
Otherwise, who will eat all the candy?
Meanwhile . . . I'm borrowing some old pictures, and a ratty old poem, from past Halloweens at
That Old House, just to give you a taste of the season.
"Will you walk into my parlor?" said the spider to the fly;
"'Tis the prettiest little parlor that ever you may spy.
The way into my parlor is up a winding stair,
And I have many curious things to show when you are there."
The Spider and the Fly
Written by Mary Howitt (1799 to 1888)
Written by Mary Howitt (1799 to 1888)
And . . . That Old House's version of the famous poem:
Yes, come and see our curious things, my precious readers all.
There's a table in our parlor, O so charming, O so small.
You can rest your weary skeletons upon our chairs so black.
Do not fret about the ghosties sending shivers down your back.
Do not worry, all my pretties; you will not hear ghostly calls.
You will not hear howls or rattling chains in That Old House's walls.
For the ghosties here are kind ones, and they wish you only well.
Now sit down and have a drink, while we prepare a ghostly spell . . . .
There's a table in our parlor, O so charming, O so small.
You can rest your weary skeletons upon our chairs so black.
Do not fret about the ghosties sending shivers down your back.
Do not worry, all my pretties; you will not hear ghostly calls.
You will not hear howls or rattling chains in That Old House's walls.
For the ghosties here are kind ones, and they wish you only well.
Now sit down and have a drink, while we prepare a ghostly spell . . . .
Written by the Ghosts of That Old House in October 2009.
They are still waiting for you . . . .
The Parlor in 2009.
And in 2010.
I am not going to show you the 2011 Parlor, because you might do this:
Laugh!
I love ceramic pumpkins and Jack O'Lanterns.
Also in 2009, I made witch hat cookies -- Hershey kisses glued with icing
onto those thin chocolate wafers that are so good with coffee.
Rudy, our pet ghost, looks longingly at the cookies.
Sadly, his mouth is just a line of ink, and cannot open.
Sorry, Rudy.
More for us.
Watch out! On a nearby table, some mice await their chances to snatch cookies!
Finally, a picture from 2011.
Each year at Halloween, a few songs get stuck in my head.
Werewolves of London.
Monster Mash.
Ghostbusters.
and this one.
Listen if you dare! And have a lovely, spooky-ish, silly Halloween! -- Cass
BOO!
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