It was a festive weekend around these parts. Costumes were worn. Pumpkins were carved. Cookies were baked.
Our neighborhood threw a Halloween festival. Some of you might meet this little tidbit with a shrug of the shoulders and a nonchalant, eh. For us, though, it was totally newsworthy. You see, we live in the desert. And by that I mean to say that we–quite literally–live in the desert. Not desert like Las Vegas with it’s flashy towering hotels and swimming pools with swim up bars. Our desert is nothing like that. Our back forty is populated with cacti and rattlers. A month or so ago there was a big hairy tarantula in my garage. You get my drift? Des-ert. So any festivities planned and executed by the HOA out here in no man’s land is worthy news.
Before the festival on Saturday, Jeff took to carving pumpkins. He was mighty successful in the endeavor, too. See?
And then on Sunday we went to the early service at church so that we could come home and have the whole day to bake cookie treats (not tricks!) for the small army of teachers, paras, therapists and bus drivers that help care for our children day in and day out. If you were here, I’d offer you one.
Tonight we’re having turkey chili from the crock pot with cheddar scallion cornbread on the side. Oh, and hot apple cider. I picked some up fresh from the orchard when Jayce’s class visited the pumpkin patch.
PS. Do you have a Halloween dinner tradition? Care to share it with me?