The Last of the Harvest
All in all, it was shaping up to be a splendid Halloween. The whole family had dressed up as various famous works of art--even the babies, although they were forced to be cherubs. The day had been full and busy, starting with a last trip out to the orchards for apples and pears and a glorious day in the sun. The braver souls partook of a haunted house, while the rest enjoyed a hayride. After a picnic lunch, they hurried home to don costumes and prepare for the festivities. The house was full of laughing children consuming far too much sugar by mid-afternoon, though after supper the crowds thinned as groups were rounded up for trick-or-treating (heavy on the treats). The evening was filled with the traditional excitements, and ended with exhausted children all in bed by nine o'clock.
Ali had managed to hold on to her own wilder urges until after the children were abed, although she did indulge in a nip of brandy before worrying about cleaning up from the party. If she's lucky, she'll get to bed and be asleep before things get out of hand. What a splendid Halloween that would be.
Ali had managed to hold on to her own wilder urges until after the children were abed, although she did indulge in a nip of brandy before worrying about cleaning up from the party. If she's lucky, she'll get to bed and be asleep before things get out of hand. What a splendid Halloween that would be.