Three weeks ago, my husband and I took the kids to the North Georgia State Fair with my sister and her family. It was 95F. (That’s 95-Freakin’ degrees, in case you aren’t familiar with meteorological jargon).
Then, last week, it rained. Temps dropped and haven’t looked back. Tonight, the night sky is cloud-spattered. It’s chilly. There’s a halo around the waxing moon. I stand on my porch and hear not one, but two Great Horned Owls hooting in my woods. THAT, my friends, is Halloween ambiance.
It’s been a slow writing year, what with the moving and all. I am soaking up the Halloween vibes over here. Are you dressing up? As what? We have one butterfly and one undecided over this way, and it is only just now sinking in that I volunteered to be a fairy at the Halloween festival at my son’s school. Did I really volunteer to don a pair of wings and lead the kids (and their parents!) on a journey in the woods? Yes. Yes I did. Now the question remains: Do I use a British accent when I do it?