![]() No walking is involved (though one legendary year a few intrepid teens did go on horseback) – the distances are too great. For Hallowe’en in the country is a bit different than in town. ![]() We live at the end of a sparsely populated rural road, and no one ever makes it this far, so part of our Hallowe’en tradition since moving here twenty-some years ago has been to take our contribution to a neighbour’s place mid-way along the traditional route. ![]() For once it is in, all bets are off, and unless I can package it up into bags intended for neighbourhood trick-or-treaters immediately, the odds are high that some wee child will get shortchanged of his or her full share of sugar. Many years of experience have taught me the folly of allowing it into the house too early, and numerous times I have had to buy it twice. Last night I went out to the car and brought in the bags of Hallowe’en candy stashed in the trunk. Weren’t we just here, on All Hallow’s Eve? And here we are again… 145 pages.īlink your eyes and a year has passed by. ![]() The Halloween Tree by Ray Bradbury ~ 1972. ![]()
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